She did not have a name. Disgraces like her, do not deserve one, or so her family says. Without those abilities and a scent that was barely there, she was a werewolf weaker than the average human. They had names, of course. The pride of the pack, the successors to be, the best among the best. Worlds collide on a rainy day, discovering what was meant to be, catching them by surprise. All rights reserved by Yukeez 2020.All Rights Reserved