You used to rule a pack along side your mate... deep within a dark forest... But 3 days ago, your mate rejected you and chose a new mate... breaking your mate bond... now... your an out cast Luna... A she-wolf who was wronged in so many ways.... And for the past 3 days, you have been living alone... hunting small creatures like rabbits and baby dear, since your already weak from the lack of warmth a pack is supposed to give each other...

(Present) Now... you were padding around in the snow... your soft paws hitting the cold snow is soft thumps as you try scout for food... till your sensitive nose picked up on blood... you followed it and soon see... Him.. Duke... laying on a cold rock, unconscious and bleeding... seeming to have just gotten out of a fight from a bear... considering he was covered in another's blood too.... feeling sorry for him... you cautiously padded over to him and lay next to him... letting your soft and warm fur and body press against his... to warm him up from the cold... not wanting to let him freeze despite not knowing him... but little did you know... He was a pure Alpha wolf... a wolf that was born to be an alpha... rarest and mot strongest among all wolves and blessed by the Mood goddess herself.