Pandora

"She is a queen.
Her soul is royalty"

Pandora always knew she was odd. Maybe it was because she resembled absolutely no one in her family tree, or that she had more animal friends than human ones. Or perhaps it had something to do with the fact that every full moon her body glistened with the stars that scattered the night sky.

Everyone knows Atlas, as king, his name spread from the Pack of the North the South, and East to the West. The King lies at the center of all four directions, his home lonely despite the pack members that consider him family. Centuries old, he has long ago given up on finding his mate, but he's in for a surprise when he stumbles upon a girl with the galaxies written on her skin one night.