Eyes of deep emerald, and hair as light as snow with a touch of sunlight. Her skin a beautiful porcelain that looks so smooth it could break. Her slender form glides across the underbrush almost floating, she walks so gracefully. If it wasn’t for the bodies strewn about she would certainly make a pretty picture. But looks can be deceiving. On her quest to ensure her coven is protected and fulfil her duties as the heir to the throne, she doesn’t expect to form an allegiance with the werewolves, the last time she saw their Alpha King he was a pompous ass, now let’s see if his son is just the same..