His eyes scanned the room silently .The room was filled with colours. It was too bright for his taste.People were talking and laughing with each other.He was sitting quietly on the front like a King.His attitude and his personality screamed danger while his features showed a beautiful combination of dominance and sexiness.He was beautiful.His face screamed power,may be that's why people were too scared to come near him.His bodyguards stood protectively behind him ready to do anything waiting for his command.His eyes found no sign of danger ,he was about to relax when his eyes settled on a beauty laughing in a corner playing with a kid.He was unable to take his eyes off of her.His eyes assessed her shamelessly as she played with the kid oblivious to her surroundings.Her giggles were like honey floating in his ears. A smile automatically made its way upto his face as his mind settled its claim on her

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.