Growing up we were told that the daughters of the moon could never come to earth, but one day their father had to return to his kingdom, there thirteen of the fifty daughters found love, each had their own children but when it was time to return back to their realm they couldn’t take their children or husbands with them, in the end they had ended up being blessed to forever live with their mothers as werewolves. Centuries has passed and a mating ritual was placed by my grandfather Endymion, a courting ritual for when we where to be of age to practice to our fated mates.