All it took was one single curse to turn a human village into dreadful creatures known as werewolves. The birth of Toby as a werewolf was what attracted all sorts of tainted evil creatures to hunt him down. Even his allies turned into enemies and a war broke out. Soon after his death, the war ended, allowing his grandchildren to declare peace.

And now, hundreds of centuries later, here we are on the verge of being diminished once again, by some unknown demonic presence in search of an untainted soul. A soul that was pure as snow, with not a single bit of hatred, anger, lust, and jealousy hidden within. A soul with the power to destroy all evil and revive the werewolf world from getting destroyed.

But then again, all it took was the myths we followed to bring our destruction.

"I, Halen Fox, reject you Kelly Worren, as my mate."