Thera had always known that she was destined to change Lycantor forever.
Her family wasn’t royalty, but they weren’t just citizens, either. Her great-grandfather had led one of the fiercest skirmishes against the witches, at the side of the Alpha King at the time, and had achieved a great victory for their pack. Her family had been honored for years because of this, and they were well-known for their military background and abilities in strategy and war.
The women of her family were just as formidable. They might not have been warriors (at least, not all of them), but they were sharp and calculating, intelligent, able to see a big picture that not everyone could.
Her grandmother, Nysa, was on the Council of the Elders, and it was she who had always encouraged Thera to follow her instincts and to never, ever back down from what she wanted. The only way to make victory certain, Nysa said, was to want it badly enough. If you didn’t, then you would let it go.
