Prince Sione had heard the tales since he was a child. Tales of a Kingdom that was frozen in time, guarded by uncrossable trenches and razor sharp thorn covered vines as thick as the largest man. It had been told to his father and his father before him, that whosoever conquered these treacherous obstacles and entered this Kingdom would be rewarded with Paradise on Earth. An Eden that had never aged, never grown forward and never backward. If one were to become aroused and engage in the spoils of this world, he would be stuck within its embrace forever. He would be dreamily entranced and never recall why he had come in the first place. If one were to press on, into the heart of the Entranced City, he would find something most odd indeed. The Witch at the center of it all, the one controlling the City of the Unageing. If he could avoid being caught up in the wave of mindless slavery he would see that in this city, the humans weren't just human at all, they were werewolves. In that city he would find the Queen of Queens of the Werewolves, the Lycans, and the WItches; the Bella Luna herself, under this Witches spell. And when he broke that spell, the Bella Luna would be his forever.

In a land that seems frozen in time, protected from the outside world by seemingly endless rows of mountains, a pregnant lady was hungry. Little did she know that the garden her nose and cravings had led her to was tended to by the oldest living natural witch in the Americas. She would come to know the witch simply as Granny, and Granny would help bring the woman's unborn baby into the world. They would call her Purslane and soon Granny would have the very thing she had always needed. Purslane's hair.

Jolted awake by memories, as she had been every morning for the past several months, her stomach growled with a deep, sad gurgle, Kayala gripped her sides. How long had it been since she had eaten? It had been 9 years since Kayala had been mated to Blake. Nine years of pain, suffering, and starvation. She had hoped when he didn't reject her that her suffering wouldn't be as cruel as she imagined. How wrong she was, thinking it might lessen over time. The only thing keeping her alive was the thought that one day she may be able to escape this prison with them. Them. Her three beautiful children that had been ripped away from her. The thought brought mad, hot tears to her eyes. The only things in existence that meant anything to her, taken. One day she would escape, one day she would find them, and one day she would make Blake pay for everything he has done.