My father was the Alpha of the Blue Moon pack. He was loved by everyone. He and my mother were so kind to everyone. True leaders. Until the day they died and everything changed..I was three years old when I accidentally walked out of the territory and into five rogues. My parents heard what was going on and came running for me.. they managed to get me to safety but they were killed. Since that day I was the outcast. The pack treated me like garbage. I slept on a piece of cardboard in the damp cellar of the pack house, I was starved, beaten and humiliated. I lost my wolf due to the neglect, and I just wanted to die.. until HE showed up and swept me off my feet.