Once many many years ago werewolves and humans got along in harmony, they would travel and tell tales plus sell each other supplies. This was all until a single werewolf broke the peace by turning humans into werewolves against their will and raising an army against them, the humans waged war against the werewolves and a historical battle happened. After the battle was over and the humans rose to victory the werewolves were sent into exile never to be heard of or even seen again, little did the humans know the werewolves hadn't gone extinct as they had thought. A hidden village far far away into a cursed forest there lived a vastly growing tribe of werewolves, the rulers of the tribe were the only pure blooded werewolves. It was the tribe leaders duty to raise a heir to the thrown and protect the tribe with their life, the leaders had a lovely daughter who to their surprised had odd pale blue eyes and red tipped grey ears and tail. Her golden hair was rather odd as well, their daughter looked nothing like either of them so taking it as a sign they protected her as they had never protected anything before. Her story is a rather important one to the tribes history, she is the Pure Blood.

Hey y'all I know my prolouge is short but meh I'm lazy and well imma make each chapter 1000 word minimum so shush you pie hole and enjoy this prolouge until I can be bothered writing the first dang chapter!