Goddess: Gift of the Lycan

There has always been a curse upon them, the werewolves that is, born from dark magic intended to twist what the gods' had wrought. Their origins were wrapped in mystery and bloodshed, their cruelty was renowned, puppets to the witches of the world. Born from madness and shaped into monsters they were the boogeymen to even the most powerful supernatural beings, shifters of the Lunar Goddess included.
Dante was alpha to a well renowned and stable pack, one that had been seated in its territory for centuries. Wolves lived, bred, and died there faithfully since their creation. His father struck a deal with wanderers, a pack lead by Alpha Sandy, who seemed only to search for a safe place to set up. They bordered the very edge of Dante's land, they grew, they settled, and they died. Every last one of them, in a mysterious attack. The details surrounding Sandy and his pack were iffy at best, records were lost or burned, the town was wiped off the map, nothing remained to guide him to answers. Or that's what they thought.
A she-wolf appears, almost magically, withered, frail, skittish, could she really be what they say? Cursed? There's something new about her, undocumented, unheard of, what mysteries has she locked away in her fragile broken mind? What have her haunted eyes seen?