Prologue

A middle-aged female ran through the forest carrying a small child in hand. His skin was as white as the finest porcelain his hair as white as the winter's snow, but his eyes would make even the most powerful of shape-shifters go berserk since in this small child were the eyes of someone who was born an alpha. As the women ran behind her a pack a ferocious wolves as big as vehicle, the women couldn't hold on for much longer her stamina was running out on her back a giant bloody wound formed by the claw mark of those who she once thought as family.