Prolouge

Beaten. Bruised. Tears. Life was normal. Life was hard. Life was death by age of 10. Or it would've been. Not since the strange lady took me away from the Alpha and his cruel pack. Not since the Alpha found his mate who walked away and took me with her. Not since she trained me to follow her footsteps. Thanks to her, I'm alive. Thanks to her, I am the Princess of Rouges.

I'm a better story writer than a prologue writer. At least I hope 😁