A child of courage, blessed by the deities, the gift to all wolf shifters. I've been called many names, none of which I've taken a liking to. How could I? When they sing praises in my name while they hurt me and make me bleed, it's difficult to be grateful for the life given to me.
I shouldn't have lived. My story should've ended long ago.
The only thing that drove me to open my eyes every morning was the burning desire for vengeance and bloodshed. To lay waste to every single wolf and listen to their cries.
My hatred was only curbed whenever the yellow-eyed man visited my dreams. He's my only solace and comfort. However, I should've known not to trust him and let down my guard. Who knew... that the only man I see as my savior will also be the one to betray me?
An Acolyte, a Deity, and
