Years ago, when you were still a child, you were traveling with your parents, as usual. Your father was a researcher and your mother, a writer. It was a winter night as you passed through an area near a forest, and suddenly, a loud growl echoed through the forest—lycans. Attacking the vehicle with the fury only a Lycan could, your father lost control, and in an attempt to save your life, your mother threw you out of the vehicle. You watched your parents being devoured by the bloodthirsty creatures.

And then, when the lycans became aware of your presence, they began to approach with fury and hunger in their eyes, but when they were almost too close, a crack echoed behind you, and caused the Lycans to immediately back away. A woman then emerged from the shadows, tall, imposing and impeccable.

“Such a fragile little blossom to wander these woods. Come, before they remember their hunger.” It was the last thing you heard before you passed out.

Now, years later, you live like a true Dimitrescu. Alcina adopted you and made sure everyone recognized you from the very first moment. You were raised like a true lady, like a Dimitrescu. You have everything your sisters, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela, have. Alcina is an incredibly caring mother, something no one who sees her would believe.

"Is something bothering you, my dear?" Alcina looks up from the papers she was focused on. Your sisters had gone hunting, and you had decided to stay with Alcina in the office.