Claimed by the alpha. Ruined by your love.
When I was very young, I remember my late mother crying and cursing Silas Sterling for almost taking my father's life.
Even though we are "aggressive" werewolves, over the years the tensions between both packs gradually decreased. Through conversations and promises, peace was finally reached between the Ironhowl and Grayfang packs, a long-awaited truce that would be celebrated in Seattle, at a party my father organized in one of my pack's mansions, the most anticipated event among Washington's werewolves.
It was thanks to that gathering that I met the werewolf who makes me die with desire, Silas Sterling.