Prologue

I wish I could feel anything on the inside. But I can. 

I'm left with a ghostly loneliness, doomed to walk alone on this earth forever. I was the daughter of Luther and Diana Moonstone. 

Our tribe lived in the Village of Bachkovo in the deep forest of Bulgaria. 

I was their third child.

My older brother and sister, Valiant and Victoria, were four and five years older than me.

We were close as children but drifted apart once they joined the tribe formally as teens. I didn't understand why they changed so much and why I was left outside.

We were a peaceful tribe that kept to ourselves, and then something must have changed when we were left to burn into nothingness.

Our tribe was attacked by foreign strangers breaking into our homes.

I was young, barely twelve, and kept hidden under the ground during the invasion.

But even if I was hidden, I could still hear them tearing my family apart, leaving my entire family slaughtered to death.

I don't know how long I stayed down there, but when I dared to climb the ladder and open the hatch...

I saw everyone I loved ripped into pieces. 

The house was set on fire, burning down to the ground. 

Leaving no trace of my family, erasing my whole identity.

Our whole village burned that night, and I was left behind.

It was too painful to watch, and I broke every bone in my body as my wolf forced me to shift to bring us to safety.

I was twelve. And an orphanage.

I don't know if I would have made it out alive if it wasn't for my wolf. 

The trauma forced me to make my first shift, and I have never let myself come back since then.

I let my wolf, Silver, be our whole existence.

As time passed, my human emotions slowly faded into a distant memory.

Silver kept us hidden in the deepest woods, sheltered from the world's dangers. 

We were wandering without a destination in sight. 

The grasp of time was unknown; all we had was our survival instinct.

We fought bears, mountain lions, and other wild animals that felt threatened by our presence. We hunted, ate, and never stopped going.

We rarely fought other werewolves, but it happened a few times.

We got wounded, but we always healed. And we continued with a lesson learned and moved forward. Always move forward.

The balance between human and animalistic instincts is a gray area.

Your wolf is strong, and as soon as it senses any danger, it will do whatever it takes to survive. Kill whoever is in their way.

Your wolf rarely walks away from a fight and only bows down to their Alpha.

We are on the top of the food chain, where weakness threatens us.

I never understood why we were attacked that night, but the only one who holds an answer is either dead or the enemy.