I never realised how terrible my circumstances were until I told my mate about my life. It was just one of those things, you believe your life is normal, well, as normal as you thought it would be, and then you grow and change and look back, astonished by what you've overcome and wonder how you made it through all the bullsh*t alive. My name's Moral Alina Blacke, I'm 22 with long black hair and hazel eyes. My life has been one big cleanup after another. At 11, my mother left her mate, my dad, and took me to her familial pack, cutting ties with everything I knew as home. At 16, my Dad, on his deathbed, begged her for one more summer with me. She allowed me to return to my home pack for one month, under the condition that I return before school started. My father passed before my 17th birthday, and my boyfriend found his mate the day I was away at his funeral. At 18, I didn't find my mate like most of my friends did. I took comfort and solace in a new relationship, knowing this would only be "until we found our mates"... but life never works out as planned.