For as long as I can remember I’ve been a disappointment. I don’t remember my family well; I know that I adored my brother, and that I always felt safe with my parents. I’m sure they wouldn’t have been ashamed of me if I had grown up with them, but Luc’s father took that chance from me.
After I transformed for the first time, and the truth about my appearance as a wolf was revealed, I became an inconvenience.
Everyone had been expecting me to exhibit magical ability, but I didn’t have a single skill and after a while it became obvious I was never going to develop any.
I was a white wolf in my human appearance alone.
It was clear that Ares was enraptured by my appearance. He couldn’t accept that I wasn’t everything he had imagined a white wolf would be. He still saw me as someth
