The world came crashing down when I turned 18. Dramatic, I know but, you know those old legends of super rare wolves that are fated to do great things? The ones that your parents tell you bedtime stories about? They’re so full of crap. I knew this legend ran in our bloodline but, I thought it was just some fairy tale bullshit. Even better, every single one of these “special wolves” ended up killing themselves. We all knew the story; it was passed down from generation to generation in hopes that someone would beat the curse and bring back the dormant Lycan blood running in our veins. When the silent wolf appears on the eighteenth year Lycans will rise, all shall fear. The Lycan’s Curse, they must accept Or despair will lead them to the depths of death Weird bedtime story but, our parents usually made it sound more heroic. Our family will regain the kingdom, bring back our Lycan powers, savior to the supernatural world, yada yada yada. No. I just wanted to be a normal person, live a normal and boring life, find my mate and get old. That wasn’t what the moon gods had in store for me. I am Ashari Camacho, and I am the Alpha of the Silver Paradise Pack.