Seldanna hung by her wrists in front of me. Her face was strained, and her wrists were red. The fair complexion we were born with blemished ease. My twin sister and I weren't that strong physically. Never had I imagined either of us being in this situation. My whole life consisted of the tower of Lord Solus's Castle. We had no experience of the outside world. In all my life, I have never witnessed a person or beast die before my eyes. Now, we were at the mercy of the Golden Singh Pride. A band of savage warriors that were the epitome of power and strength. They were both man and beast and had the choice of being both. The best of mankind and beast kind. Master Solus has been trying to find the connection this clan has to werewolves and the beast people of lions that once roamed this land.