My people are the ones that you think aren't real. The ones that make even the bravest quiver. Tales of the most wicked minds. That's what we're believed to be. We hide in the night and yet we walk among you in the light of day, in the skin of your kin. My story is one of forbidden love and mystifying creatures. A passion that burns even though shouldn't. A kind of Lust that is forbidden even in our world. The kind you'd only think of in your fantasies. Come with me into my battles of right and wrong, tradition or love, wisdom or idiocy. Come meet the pack.
* Mystic wolf howls*