Long ago there was a prophecy. One that foretold of a war that would happen in the years to come. A battle against forces like never before seen by all werewolf kind. Only one race among them had the power. The Ivor. A race of wolves whose red fur was like the color of blood. They have a power that no other wolves possessed. A kind of power that was gifted to them by Selen herself. Created as protectors for all werewolf kind. But there are those who sought to abuse that gift. To use it against other creatures of all kinds to achieve the ultimate power. But the Ivor was gone. Lost. Disappearing without a trace. Never to be seen again. Long forgotten. Until there was only one. A queen. A wolf so powerful she possessed gifts like the goddess herself. She was the last one. The only hope. The Last Ivor.