The world that I lived in was a mixture of humans and wolves. Wolves dominated the world, but lived peacefully among humans. Anyone who was anyone was a wolf. My father was a powerful Alpha of a large pack. He was connected to a lot of other powerful Alphas which brought him a good reputation. I was his only daughter among three sons. I was convinced that he hated me. I didn't look like my brothers or my father. I had shock white hair and silver eyes. I was marked as cursed because I was different. My father made me a maid to clean up after the pack. He didn't care about how the pack treated me as long as I kept the bruises covered. When I came of age, I wasn't allowed suitors because I wasn't good enough. My father didn't want me to sully his reputation. I meant nothing to my father. He favored a girl named Julie. Worshiped her even. He acted as if she was his daughter.