Hello, I'm Luna Lykos, and I'm just like any ordinary girl if it were normal to be an adopted werewolf. I'm an alpha like my father and my unknown mother. When I turned only four years old, he forced me to kill an alpha in the deep woods of Gloucestershire, South West England because he believed it was my birthright to follow in his footsteps. He soon left in pursuit of the perfect pack with empty promises of returning for me, and he left me behind to be cared for by humans who had absolutely no idea how to care for a werewolf child yet. They adopted three other werewolf children in the time I've been with them, and they became my siblings, blood or not. However, I found myself moving around as we grew as a family then all of a sudden Beacon Hill, California was my family's home, and life seems interesting when I am surrounded by other werewolves who didn't grow up around me. The last thing I ever expected was to see my father again, and he was messing with my new friends with the pack he always wanted, and haunting ghosts from my past came back with him. I do believe I have forgotten to mention who my father is. The demon alpha or the blind alpha or whatever other aliases he has gone by, he is my biological father. I learn things of my biological family by him, and I don't know if I should believe him. He wants me to join him, but I don't know which side to choose. Is blood truly thicker than water or is family what you make it? Will I find my way home?