In the world of Gods, werewolves, and mysterious creatures, Dirani has lived for 117 years. She hadn't found her mate and she didn't wish to, she didn't want to be involved with anyone but herself and the next person on her death list. She was that kind of person who either didn't trust you or just ignored you. She would always blame it on life, her only teacher. Dirani had always seen people misuse their mates and got sick of the sight she just did want a mate anymore. She had always prayed that the moon goddess would just go easy on her and let her be, but little did she know that all her prayers would come back laughing at her face.