Years and years spent together, from being two kids that shared joy during snowball fights, to friends as teens.He a hunter, you a girl with a bloodline that was more than normal. And yet when your father, the black werewolf wanted you to inherit his strength he bit him out of fear of not escaping alive.Oh how many people were left bloodied on the ground before that all happened and yet here you were living in your grandma’s cottage far from that village and before you wasn’t a bloodthirsty beast you used to call father.No that man was long gone, before you was someone who went with you through everything, Peter in the form of a big black wolf