Once, at the beginning of the world, there lie two Goddesses who worked in harmony to make the world. These Goddesses were named Chaos, and Creation. Both got along well, but Creation soon tired of Chaos's constant destruction and instead created an alternate dimension for the woman, one called The Shadows. It mirrored the first world in many ways, but gave Chaos the ability to destroy as much as she chose without using all of her power to ruin the first world. And so, every time Chaos would find herself bored of causing small amounts of destruction in the first world to keep it in harmony, she would head back to her own decimated world, stirring the world into the darkness as she pleased. Of course, Creation would come along occasionally to make sure to keep the world inhabitable and stable, but for the most part it remained in ruin and darkness, holding the most unholy of creatures away from the world of light.
This was all just legend though, or so everyone believed. It was fate that brought two girls, both strangers, into a predicament that left them both terrified. You see, a rip between the worlds opened one fateful day, and the two who had been simply been riding in an empty train car found themselves thrown into the world of darkness, changed into creatures of the darkness by such a transition. All other people had vanished, having not gone through the rift, nor seen it. And unluckily for the ladies, the rift closed soon after their arrival, leaving them stranded in this new world with a new appearance. It was there that they realized they would have to band together to escape this place: The Shadows.
_A broken wolf_
I have longed for a mate and yearned for love. Maybe my parents loved me, but I have no memory of either of them. My aunt never cared about me and I don't know why she even bothered raising me in the first place.
I have faced terrible beatings and abuse by my aunt. My memories were taken away whenever I witnessed something I shouldn't. I was broken. I didn't think I could be broken down more.
Until I was mated to the future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The Pack's playboy with a new girl in his bed almost every week. I thought he'd change and see me for who I am and not just someone he's forced to be with.
But he didn't so I ran away, leaving the werewolf world behind and entering a new one.
_The Alpha_
Growing up, I thought I had everything, but there was always something missing. The day she left ruined me inside. I searched for her endlessly, until I found her five years later.
She was broken, something I realized was mine to fix, including the damage I caused as well.
But things happened at the wrong time.
I declared war with the other purebloods who wanted hybrids dead. A war she wanted nothing to do with. She never wanted this life and yet I forced her back into it.
I killed the Dark Alpha, slowly trying to tear his empire apart throughout my miserable years. After everything, I just wanted her to be mine again and I prayed that's what I got once everything was over.