Introduction

Life is cruel. I live my life as a rogue for more than fifty years. I was a princess before I lost everything I had. I was spoiled and was given everything I ever wanted.

My father is the Alpha King of Blue Moon Pack. Everyone bows down to us. Every pack pays respect to the royal family. We were the leader of the entire packs of werewolf all over the world. Even though there was a group of rouge that wanted to bring us down we continue to reign. They declared war against my father but they never won.

My father was victorious and no one was able to defeat him. He was the most powerful werewolf to ever live yet he got one weakness, my mother, his Luna, his mate. My mom was hunter but my father loved him unconditionally.

When they met my father knew he found her mate. My mom tried to kill my father but eventually they fell in love with him despite their differences. My mother was a great hunter and when she fell in love with my father so she agreed to be transformed as a werewolf. She was the most beautiful Luna ever.

We as werewolf are ageless. It can be said that we found the fountain of youth. My father remained to look like 30 years old until the day he died or rather murdered. I on the other hand remained to look like a 19 year old girl. As a royal, I would remain as a teenager until I find my mate. I already lost interest in finding my other half though.

For the past years my life has been dedicated to only one thing, revenge. And tonight I was able to fulfil it. I killed the demon that killed my parents. He didn't make it easy for me to kill him. He put up a great fight but with me being a royal put me on advantage. I am stronger and faster than any other werewolf.

The war was declared by the alpha of Crescent Moon. They had the 2nd strongest warriors and convinced some pack and rogues to join them to end the reign of my father. My father’s beta betrayed him. When war was declared my father ordered his beta to take me and my mother to a safe place. We wanted to stay and fight with my father and the warriors but my father said that we need to take care of the women and kids of our pack to take them to safety. That was one of the most stupid plan he ever had.

My mother and I were taken and imprisoned by the Crescent Moon alpha since our beta betrayed us. He the demon raped my mother every single day in front of me. He tortured me and demanded my father to surrender. When he saw the state we were on he surrendered. He was chained and beaten.

The entire clan of royals were killed and tortured except for me, my mom and dad. No help came, no one tried to rescue my family for they all thought we were dead. My mom was killed when she tried to escape. My father was beheaded after bowing down to the demon after he surrendered our pack.

The alpha bowing down to an alpha meant that he was giving up his entire pack, his power and authority. He lost his hope when my mother died and so he gave up everything. He let the demon be the King. That was the beginning of the end of the Blue Moon Pack. Our beta took me as his sex slave but that was the biggest mistake he did. I killed him. The man that betrayed our family died in my own hands. Before he was able to rape me I ripped his heart out of his chest. He made a mistake of removing my chain and letting lust took over him. I burned his entire house and everyone thought I died that night.

Since, the alpha of the Crescent Moon was not what they expected another war took place and they went on their separate ways. Some kept their alliance with the demon, other just moved on with their own packs. The once strong alliance of all werewolves was broken.

They all wanted power and authority. War spread among werewolves as they claim others territory. With all the chaos going on I hid and trained. I traveled to places where no packs live or fewer werewolves live.

Our entire clan of royals was wiped out. I was the sole survivor. No one knew I survived and that put me on an advantage. I become a rogue and trained myself to be a killer. I seduce my prey and killed them. Every single werewolf that went against my family that time I killed. For fifty years I hunt and killed and every single one of them.

War has long been over; werewolves live on their own packs and avoid being discovered by humans and hunters. They try to not enter each other’s territory to avoid beginning another war. The royals were forgotten, most of the werewolves that met us had already passed away. Some who are still alive just kept quiet and no one confirmed why the Blue Moon Pack has vanished.

Thirty years passed since I killed our beta and most the werewolves that fought against my family. The Crescent Moon Pack was not as powerful as before but they still are considered to have the strongest warriors. A truce was agreed on by everyone to avoid more bloodshed.

Humans became aware of our existence and everyone tried to live in peace. Most packs that had allegiance with the Crescent Moon turned their back from them and formed allegiance with other packs. A new government was reformed. A combination of human and werewolves lead different countries. No longer were our kind considered monsters by humans.

As time passed, Moon River became one of the most powerful packs. Their Alpha gained respect from both human and werewolves. The Crescent Moon pack becomes nothing more than a group of rebels. They become weak and less pack fear them. That was when I was able to go into their pack to kill the werewolves that killed our clan.

The night I came over and pretend to be one of the sex slaves for the demon, Alpha Arthur. I didn't realize that he would recognize me but he did. I looked exactly like my mother except for my golden eyes that was pure black the moment I saw him, I was in range. The house was empty and it was only me and him.

He immediately attacked me and we fought. I stab him with the dagger I carried made of silver and dipped in wolfs bane, a substance that are harmful to werewolves. He shifted and I shifted as well. He was a brown wolf with black blazing eyes. I am a pure white wolf with a blue half-moon shape on my forehead. I was in cloud nine as we fought. At last I would avenge my family.

The whole house was trashed and ruined. Blood covered both of us as we continue to fight. I managed to scratch his face and remember how he looked scared as I came towards him. He returned to his human form and I bite down on his neck. Hearing him scream was music to my ears. I have finished my revenge. His scream died and he seemed lifeless as he lay on the ground.

I heard his warriors coming and before I can run and get away I was ambushed by them. I fought back with all my strength and run away. I run and got beaten whenever they caught up with me. We run across different pack territories but as a rogue no one wanted to help and they just drove me away from their lands.

I was very weak as I went across the border of a new pack. I was running for the past three weeks with no food or water. The warriors of the demon were chasing me and had me wounded so badly. Due to exhaustion and hunger my body is unable to heal. My wounds are still bleeding and I feel like I am about to die. My wolf can no longer run.

Once I entered the new boarder I was back to my human form. I walked into the forest not minding my nakedness. Everything seems to be spinning and I fell on the ground. I heard someone coming close to me before everything else went dark. If death was coming I welcome it with open arms.