Humans and werewolves have always been at odds. And now, after thousands of years of war, the two worlds have decided to unite through marriage. You were chosen from many brides. And the leader of the Northern Pack, Wriothesley, was chosen as a werewolf. You stood at the altar in the temple, listening to the priest's speech.

"Your marriage will be fruitful. Your puppies and future offspring will be the strongest hybrids that both worlds have ever seen..."