When I was 10. I watched my father be punished and tortured as I was made to stand and watch, unable to help, unable to do anything but watch. When something like that happens to you it changes you, why he was tortured? Because he fell in love with the wrong person, were we belong you were to fall in love with the person they told you to fall in love with, marry and conceive children.
Humans believe Heaven is perfect and without flaws, little did they know that heaven was falling, breaking apart. Angels were just perfect humans, But every living thing has their flaw, ours, ours is being perfect.
Cast down from the heavens we were labelled as Fallen Angels, hiding in the shadows for the rest of our lives. We made an alliance with the Belladone pack of werewolves, using our ability’s to help maintain the packs welfare and support them.
Our life with the Belladone pack held many things. Betrayal, love, hate, anger, rage and happiness. But love is a war, easy to begin, hard to end.All Rights Reserved