The survivors of the CrystalBay Full Moon Gala Massacre arrived the Republic of Altay. A country buried deep in the mountains between Mongolia and Russia. It was the Wolf Shifter Capital.
The young prince of the BloodMoon Pack. Ambrose was given his first picture of his target. A young girl the age of 3.
The princess with hair like ice and eyes like blood. The daughter of a monster.
"Blood for Blood. Life for a life. Only way his debt can be repaid is by losing what he loves most."
"Ambrose, you don't have to live your life with a vendetta against them." Ursula said to him. "You could move forward and find peace like some of us are trying too."
She never told anyone why the night happened. She didn't think the people can handle the fact their loved ones died because their Alpha and their Alpha King played with the wrong princess, breaking the truce their forefathers fought hard to make.
