Born from alpha blood, raised by rogues. The siblings family was destroyed shortly after birth. Their pack left in shambles, two older she-wolves adopted them. No one truly knows of their origins. Even if they do, they won't tell.

Same city, same routine, same friends since highschool. Life was pretty easy going if you asked Nova. Decent job, two great dogs, on a day-to-day basis life was decent; even if her boyfriend was the one in the doghouse most of the time. We're not going to cover that part though, we're going to start when her weird uncle comes into town. He doesn't look like a traditional business man. Uncle Scott doesn't pull up in a BMW. Instead, he has a busted shopping cart overflowing with trinkets held together by a blue tarp strapped to the cart; Don't let the lock fool you, it's to, "keep dem 'coons'way."