At birth every creature is given a necklace. Some odd in shape, but always the same in size. Such a necklace was a gift from the goddess herself, to find the other half of your soul. Someone who won't break you, nor bend you, but build you from the ground up. It glows and heats up when in the presence of your true love, fitting seamlessly into theirs. But for one wolf, her necklace is significantly smaller than the rest of her pack. Thus she shunned the idea of love, seeing as hers seemed unworthy to the goddess.

Supernaturals were now the norm. You were either with one, want to be one or hated them. There was no in between. All thanks to Luciana Knightly. She created the 'perfect' world, a world where all supernaturals didn't have to hide. A world where her opposition are eliminated and no one cares. She was their perfect leader... little did they know... she wasn't so perfect after all. Especially when her dragon showed it's claws...