Many years ago, in a realm ruled by werewolf kingdoms, each named after celestial titles, the Lunar Kingdom once thrived alongside its neighbors until the Underrealm declared war. Demons and monsters poured through the rift between realms, spreading destruction, and hunting for power. Wiping the royal Lunar family out. Forcing the kingdom to be under the rule of a temporary council, waiting for someone with power matching that of the old royals to rule one day.

On Earth, known in the other realms as the Terra Realm, you were born. A hybrid of werewolf and sorceress. You were a baby when you were found alone in the woods by a hiker. No name or parents around to claim you. You later grew up in foster care, unaware of your origins or the power hidden within you. Until the day of your XX birthday when you became so angry at how you were treated that day. Stomping into your room and slamming the door as a storm brewed outside unbeknownst to you due to your anger. This power was like a beacon..not just for the Lycan Realm..but for the Underrealm as well..it was only a matter of who could get to you first.