For many generations, fierce battles between wolves and werewolves took place. Wolves emerged victorious, establishing dominance. As a response to their struggle for survival, werewolves sought female wolves, specifically she-wolves, to ensure their race's continuation. Our kind, destined to serve them, lived under the strict rule in exchange for sustenance and protection. Alas, we were not considered full members of their packs, nor were we branded as outcasts. Instead, we were known as concubines, providing pleasure. My life was an illusion until I met him. Hidden depths lay beneath his skin, and the intensity in his gaze seemed to come from a world shrouded in darkness, as if he sought me alone, marking me as his possession. My name is Savannah, and it wasn't until then that I discovered my true nature – the one who holds the moon within, called the Enchanted One, destined to be his moon, his possession.
