PROLOGUE
LARISSA.
When I was sixteen I watched my uncle die.
My uncle's blood was dark red, warm, and thicker than water. The thick fluid was no warmer or cooler than my own skin. Across the four corners of the little room I once shared with my uncle, there were body parts, and blood, splattered across the white walls and windows. There were also blood stains on my hands.
I felt numb, unable to express emotions, as I stared at the decapitated body which laid on the floor. The body was mutilated, unrecognizable, but I knew it was the body of my uncle. After all, I was a witness to his gruesome murder.
Just a few minutes ago, my uncle and I were seated on the floor in our little parlor, eating dinner after being exhausted due to the rigorous amount of training I passed through underneath his guardian in the forest. It was winter already so we were having hot soup and dried bread. I remembered laughing at a joke he made and after my laughter subsided, he told me how he wanted to mold me into a warrior that was strong. A warrior capable of taking down an army. My uncle didn't care that I was a woman.
He believed gender didn't matter.
One thing he believed the most was that I would be able to surpass him in battle, because according to him I had natural talents.
But natural talents be damned! When our house was infiltrated by some packs of werewolves, I was useless. I couldn't do anything to stop the attack against my uncle. My uncle had fought to protect me. He was quick to hide me in the closet while I watched from the keyhole as the werewolves soon overpowered my uncle, tearing him apart. My uncle was a powerful man, once a commander that led the Lycans to hundred of victorious battles. That was until the war that happened almost a decade ago.
A war between Lycans and werewolves. A war that snatched away my parents from me. A war that led Lycans to leave the kingdom of Lothal. My parents died during the war, and my uncle and I stayed in the deepest side of Lothal, next to the forest. My uncle and I were the only survivors from my family. And now, my uncle wasdead, leaving me as the sole survivor. But if I had more power, perhaps my uncle wouldn't have died. If I had been brave enough to step out of the closet, perhaps I could have done something to help him. If only I had been brave enough, but I was a poltroonery, one who became a coward in the face of the enemy.
I stood up from the floor and went out of the house I stayed in with my uncle. Then I burnt it down before moving deep into the forest. A place I soon turned into my home as Vengeance ate deeply into me.
I remembered who killed my uncle, the insignia on their uniforms was that of the Royal palace of Lothal. And I swore on the spot I burnt my uncle that I was going to avenge him by wiping down the Royal palace of Alpha Alexander and his wife, Luna Riella.
