I understood I was an outcast, an introverted gamer nerd with a system of avoiding anything that breathed. But that was because I had a pretty horrid past, one involving wolves ripping through my parents at the dinner table when I was four. Much like what is happening right now… As I said, I have minimal experience socializing with people. But when a bunch of guys from school randomly decide to chase me down park lines and turn into a pack of wolves, I start to think that maybe my social skills aren’t the problem. Last time I managed to escape by the skin of my teeth. This time, not so much. When the blood moon suddenly answers my death with a full-blown wolf awakening, I feel like there is more to me than my orphaned life led on. I am saved and told that I am destined for the throne of a fallen pack, to become the alpha. To resurrect the Sire Wolves, I'll need to grow and protect my pack.