Seven years ago, Peter was a very different person. He was shy and quiet, and though he had been all over the werewolf territories, he was naïve.
He was born into a family of nomadic wolves. His parents both had come from nomads and never once considered the idea of joining a pack. They didn’t care one way or the other about the Goddess or the Alphas. They were just very curious.
They traveled to see, touch, taste, and experience everything they could.
If a pack invited them in to stay and experience the culture, they did, and after a few days, they left. They marked it on their maps if they encountered a particularly hostile group. They avoided traveling through the more frequented parts of those territories.
Peter never knew a life different than his own.
The Goddess was more of a fairy tale than a deity. He only really heard about her in passing as they traveled from place to place. He had asked his parents about her a few times, but they knew just as much as he did.
