Known as the Alpha's daughter's lap dog, Alina was perfectly content with blending in with the background. A wolf-less rescue raised as a companion to the Princess of the Lunar Blood Moon Pack out of compassion by the Alpha and Luna. Not mistreated yet held at arm's length. Not loved like their own, but rather raised like a precious pet. She couldn't complain. No, she was perfectly content with her life. And she was well aware of her place. That is until a fated crossing at the yearly Alphas' ball caused her world to unravel at the seams. The party that was only just before in full swing came to a dead halt. The tension in the air was palatable, and goosebumps rose on every surface of Alina's skin. Not a voice was heard, nor a hair shifted as a low rumble filled the air.... "Maaaate" the word drug out in an authoritative growl. Now for once, all eyes were on her....." shit."