"Although you are of lesser sex, you must rise above them all," Lucrethia told his granddaughter when they met for the first time.
Little Lillian was told to behave and avoid upsetting her grandmother, so she merely nodded and said, "Yes, Grandmother," a few times. That was what her parents told her to do whenever she did not know what to say.
Truthfully, a young girl like her did not understand much about the hierarchy and power play within the Ironclad Claws. She only knew that her grandmother was a menacing presence within the family. No one dared to displease her, let alone oppose her.
Not even her father, Conrad Woodland, the Alpha.
When she reached the age of eighteen years old, she bloomed completely into a flower at the peak, the kind of woman that undeserving men did not dare to even sneak a glance at.