Hello, dear reader, welcome to my world. My name is Kalista Draconis and I am the daughter of

Former Alpha Kilian Draconis. I recently clocked twenty-four but I honestly am not so hyped

about the fact that I am just a year away from celebrating the silver jubilee of my existence on

Mother Earth.

Life for me has been a series of twists and turns, and I have done my best to overcome the

challenges that have faced me.

You see, I am a hybrid wolf; my father was the Alpha of my pack, the Lily White Pack. I was told

that he had met my mother on a hunting expedition. She had been beaten and almost raped by

Rogue wolves. My father and his team had rescued her from them. They had immediately fallen

in love and twelve months later, I was birthed.

Being a wolf and a human at the same time has been a lot, for real. Growing up, my father did his

best to equip me for my role as the next Alpha of the Lily White Pack, since he and my mother

could not have another child; a son, to be precise.

I grew up as an only child, and I sometimes wished I had a younger sibling, but at the same time,

being an only child had its perks. I had the full attention of my parents and they spoilt me.

I had a beautiful relationship with my parents and life was smooth until tragedy struck on the

night of my seventeenth birthday. I remember clearly what happened that night.

Before I tell you, let me digress a little bit.

I had been so excited about my birthday and as soon as I woke up on the morning of my

birthday, my mother gifted me a golden locket, making me promise her that I would always wear

it. I thought little of it and did as I was asked. My father gave me a beautiful white horse and I

fell in love with him at first sight. I named him Roman and we became best of friends. My love for

my father intensified that day because I only mentioned to him once that I would love to own a

white horse, and he remembered.

Okay, back to what happened to my mother.

That evening, my father threw a party as he always did every year, and I was pretty excited. My

mother dressed me up and the party began. As usual, I was the cynosure of eyes and I loved the

feel. My mother excused herself, saying that she needed to get some things from the house. She

kissed me on the cheeks and told me that she was proud of the woman I was becoming. I

blushed really hard and told her I loved her. She promised to be back soon, but that was the last

time I set my eyes on her.

My mother vanished mysteriously.

After the party ended and I still had not seen her, I assumed that she was sleeping, but panic

rose within me when my father told me that he could not find her. We searched and searched

the nooks and crannies of the pack but could not find her. We even sent search parties to our

neighboring packs but all our efforts to find my mother ended in futility.

I cried, I was inconsolable for months, and from that day, my birthday became a day of sorrow

for me and not of joy. I hope you now understand why I hate my birthday so much.

I'm sure you are already asking about my father. Well, he was very devastated when my mother

disappeared and it was a rough time for the two of us. I can't count how many times he sat at

the gate of the pack, waiting for his beloved Sasha to come home.

Eventually, we pulled through and started to get better. Due to my mother's absence, my

relationship with my father got even better and soon, we were both able to smile again. Things

were going well until life happened.

Again.

Two years after the death of my mother, Dad woke up one morning in a lot of pain, and I

assumed that it was due to the intense training we had the day before. It turned out that I was

wrong. His illness got worse and within three days, he had become a shadow of himself. I was

damn scared, and I did not want to lose him. Night after night, I cried to the Moon Goddess,

begging her to save my father's life, but I guess she was not in a good mood, as my father died

just five days after he fell sick.

You can imagine what I felt at that moment.

I was numb, and I just could not do anything. I spent days in my room, wondering why I was

cursed. I lost my parents within the space of two years. I cried until I could not shed any more

tears, and I was weak. My best friend, Juliana, was with me throughout this period and till today,

I am thankful for her presence in my life. She made me see the little flicker of light at the end of

the tunnel, and her words brought me out of my misery.

As soon as my father was buried, my responsibility as the Alpha of the Lily White Pack rested on

my weak and grieving shoulders. I was immediately put in charge of the pack, and it was a huge

test of all that my father had taught me, all that I had spent nineteen years of my life learning.

I have been an Alpha for five years now, and I must say that it has been an Herculean task. One

of my most important duties as Alpha is preparing the members of the pack for the annual Full

Moon festival.

At this festival, all the members of the three packs that make up the Tincan Wereforest come

together to celebrate. It happens that this year, my pack is hosting the other two packs; the

Lichen Pack and the Black Fur Pack. I am in my office with my Beta, Kiara, and we are preparing

for the festival as I must not fail.

This, is my story.