"It's cold."
The story I'm about to tell you is probably the least believable and most outrageous one out there, but I need you to hear me out on this.
I was once a normal girl. Once, like, once upon a time, but this isn't a fairytale with a damsel in distress. For the most part I was happy, living in a foster home with my adoptive parents and four foster siblings who I didn't always agree with, but for the most part, life was good.
All of that changed when some things in the house happened, I won't tell you the details, but I got very...unstable. I couldn't trust anyone and eventually that ticking time bomb exploded in the most colossal of ways. I ended up in what I thought was a hospital while my entire family ended up dead.
From there on, I learned about something called the PASCI foundation. PASCI of course being an acronym for Paranormal And Supernatural Containment Initiative. They worked to collect people like me who were either super powered, monsters, or unexplainable phenomenon such as ghosts and people who love country music.
I thought they were trying to help me. They told me I would do great things, and that I'd be such a great asset to have on the team. For the first time since I could remember, I felt wanted, and in a way, loved. That all changed when I found out what they were really doing with us.
I can't just sit here and let them get away with it, now can I?
If you play with fire, you're going to get burned.
My fate would no longer be dictated by the Gods and Goddesses that took shape in a world with more realms than known. I grew up in a society that shaped werewolf women inferior to feral men. Nicolai Darkling was no exception and neither was the men who raised me to be on the Werewolf council. He was a lie in the shape of a bond. A bond that many of you believed was genuine, and many of you thought I should have accepted.
A rejection in a mate bond was never taken lightly. A bond the Kings and Queens of realms and ruins got wrong.
There have always been two sides to one coin. The 'head' and the 'tail.' Some saw it as the one person owning one coin. Four coins, and only one lands on the good. The gods threw four coins on my fate. Or so I originally believed. Everyone else got one coin. So, why the fuck was mine an outlier in every realm?
Nicolai Darkling, Elias Cardinal, Alastair Fawn...and Creed Legion. Who I now knew was Prince Creed Emberflame. Two of them harmed me more than I thought possible. Three of them are purebred royals who used me for their own self-righteous needs. Four claim to be mated to me. And only one of them is my true mate.
My true name is Celestine Leviathan, House of Leviathan. Werewolf. Fire elemental. Survivor. The Houses in the elemental realm were demolished to form the four seasons and high kingdom.