My Mystery Mate

50 Years Ago) "Kill them kill them all I will rule every pack in this country." A repulsive figure said with black eyes. A chorus of howls followed the command. Each rouge wolf is as repulsive and vile as the other all fall in line to carry out the rouge kings wishes. Leaving the dark and damp caves in which they called home to take over (well attempt to take over) all other packs that stood in the way of their domination. The rogue king and his pack moved across the country trying to take down each pack they encountered. The word of the rogue king and his plan spread and some packs fled to new countries to keep their packs alive. Others stayed to fight. The Rogue king was furious as he made his way into what should have been pack territories to find some had been abandoned. He vowed to track down every last pack. The pack of the night moon was one of the packs that fled. They fled to a small county and translated the name of the pack to Lleuad nos. They found a quiet place within the mountains surrounded by a vast forest. Far enough away from the local town to not be discovered yet close enough to it to set up business and a integrate into local life. This is where our story begins