She used to be a child's bedtime story, a myth to all werewolves. She is no myth just forgotten, and she is a very real being, that was born a millennia ago. She was thought to have died at a young age, but she lived well on in the shadows of others. She grew up in a royal castle where her father withered away for all his sins. They kingdom thought he brought them among his kingdom. So, his only child was the last of the true royal blood, and would live to be the most powerful of all the werewolves known to the world. Now the in present time she goes back through the ruins, to prevail or fail to eminent exile. Until she crosses a most fierce wolf who rules over every werewolf in the present time. Will he stand in the way of her destiny?