Out of all of the Werewolves, Werewolves with white fur were feared by everyone. Just hearing their name struck terror into all living beings. So being the world that was once united, got split into two packs. The first pack, the pack that were raised on hating the werewolves with white fur, were the werewolves with black, brown, blonde and any other natural colored fur of werewolves. While the second pack, the Werewolves with white fur, were being threatened and or killed everyday. The Queen of white werewolves needed to find a solution to her problems. She needed her mate by her side. But her mate had been killed in a misunderstanding with the Natural pack. She needs an heir. Off she went, out of her mansion, searching for the perfect candidate to be by her side, to be the King of the White pack. So mornings turned into nights, and nights turned into mornings, days and days went on. She finally gave up and returned to her mansion like palace.

On her way home, her carriage stopped out of the blue. My lady! My lady! The servants called. The Queen got out of her carriage, realizing she found her King. A handsome man with blonde hair, blue eyes she fell for. Blah blah blah... She died after she killed her King for cheating on her with a slave from the Natural pack, leaving her baby girl alone to suffer in this awful unfair world. I heard the story a million times! And if you hadn't guessed, that girl is me.

I was raised up by my mothers personal maid, Greta. She's now in her mid fifties. Shes sweet when she needs to be, but really strict and a thorn in my back. I just turned sixteen, and it's time for me to officially take over as Queen of the White Pack. Nothing ever changes in this prison of a palace. I started learning from young to be a queen, and searched the whole palace for my mate a million times. Jokes on me he probably got murdered by the Natural Pack.

Your highness, time for you to get up! Greta came in a opened the curtains. The warm rays of sun shone through my blonde-white hair. The sun was to bright! Close it! I mumbled grumpily. No, your highness, your private teachers will be here any time now! Get up! She pulled my covers off my body, exposing me to the chilly air. How does an old lady have so much energy? And sorry Greta, those private tutors didn't teach me how to be punctual. I sat up on my bed, my long tangled hair reached a little longer than my waist.

Greta whistled her fingers. Three servants came into the room. Greta pulled me into a black chair with wheels and pushed me to a table filled with makeup and hair supply. I groaned, this is what they do every morning. The one shorter made started working out all of the knots from my hair, while the other two were picking out my outfits. Greta stood in front of me, applying makeup to my face.

I looked into the mirror, after the long morning of preparing to just stay at home, the result was the usual. My long blonde - white curly hair fell down a little below my waist, I was wearing a red dress that was thick material,having a slit to my leg. I wore black heels that wrapped around my leg. My baby blue eyes staring back at me.

Your highness, are you satisfied with the work of your humble servants? Asked one of the maids who picked out my clothing. Same as always. I said with no emotion.

It was during the afternoon that I lost focused to another one of my private tutors who wouldn't shut up. I just hate living here. No one treats me equal. They all now down and listen like dogs. No one should be like that, we are all flesh and bones. I have been thinking of this foe a while. I want to explore the world! And to escape this cage disguised as a beautiful palace. I'm not a pretty bird who just listens to these people who cower to the Natural Pack, I'm a vulture who snaps the necks of those who wrong her! Final decision! I'm going to escape, leaving the counsel to pick the new Queen!

I packed up some of my normal looking clothing into a brown bag that I swung over my neck, hanging down from my waist over my shoulder. I covered myself with a black cloth, hiding my bag under it.

I snuck out of my room, silently closing the door. I quietly tip toed down the hallway and headed towards the wide pair of steps that lead directly into the kitchen. I knew which steps made squeaking noises, so I carefully avoided them. Even dropping a penny echoes and reaches anyone's ears who are light sleepers. I reached the entrance of the kitchen, to see some chefs cooking food for the maids dinners. Their backs facing her. She skillfully snuck behind the counter behind them. She silently opened the doors to the cabnets, shoving food into her bag. Slithering toad! I forgot to add the garlic! One chef yelled as he walked near her. She didn't panick, she scooted herself at an angle were neither of those chefs could see her. Once the chef went back to the stove top and added garlic, she quietly ran out of the kitchen. She went on and ignored the huge front door, and made her way to the window. She opened the window, and jumped into the gardens bellow the window.

She started moving towards the apartment size shed. Reaching it, she gripped the door knob, breaking it off the door and throwing it on the ground beside her. She walked into the dark filled room, using her wolf's eyes to navigate around. Weapons filled the room. She ignored the weapons at the entrance, and made her way to the empty back wall. Hitting a secret button, the wall slid open, and a light shined inside.

The hidden room had all of her personal weapons stashed in here. A dagger with a dragon head and emerald gems as eyes was the first of her many weapons she grabbed. Lifting up her cloth she placed the knife on the sheath that was strapped around her thigh.

The next weapons she gathered was her metal bow, a batch of throwing needles, a light sword and her special medical kit. Either shoved in her brown bag, or under her black cloth, all of her weapons were hidden.

Now her journey starts...

The White Pack is located on the tallest mountain known to to man kind, as Mount white, since it's covered in snow all year around. After the packs split, the white werewolves moved into Mount white, since defending the mountain and people on it would be easier than the Natural pack attacking it.

I walked down the red-brownish bricks that were leading me to the giant medal gates. They are designed to keep intruders out, and also keeping people in. This palace was built after my mother burned down her mansion that was where the mansion once stood.

I pulled the long metal bow that hung over my shoulder with my brown bag into hands. Tying a string around the end of the arrow, I got into shooting position. I held the bow in my strong grip and inhaled. When I exhaled, I released the arrow and string, shooting it over a tree branch that was mid level to the gate. I tugged the left over rope that hung below the tree, testing if it could hold my weight. It could. I slowly pulled my self up the tree, pushing off the tree body for support.

After making it to the tree branch with my arrow and rope wrapped around it, I unwrapped the arrow and rope, sticking them both to their original places. I started to climb the branches, which was faster to climb than the rope. I reached the top of the gate in no time.

I jumped across in to another tree, using my wolf's strength, but not letting her out. The current tree I'm on was white and shorter compared to the other ones. I climbed down safely to the wet grass around the trees. The smell of grass was stronger here as the night chills made me shiver. I started walking again, making my plan. One of the very few left. white wolf villages, were just down the road of the mountain. I have to leave this mountain fast, because they'll send guards and servants that will cover this mountain, tracking me down like a criminal.

It took a few hours to reach the village. People were already out, looking miserable. I didn't know why, they all look like walking corpse. I grabbed the hand of the closest person near me. He was a young boy, near my age. Excuse me sir, do you know why everyone is so miserable? He looked at me as if I was the most stupidest person alive for asking that, then answered me. Because our people, our family and friends, are being killed off, one by one, and we can't do anything about it. He said, pain filling his eyes, but keeping up his tough guy act. Why can't you do anything? I asked in disbelief. Because the queen won't send us reinforcement to even protect ourselves. And in about a half day, the Natural Pack is going to come again, and slaughter more people, while our queen sits up in her castle, enjoying her luxurious life.

I was pissed that no one has informed me about this, no one is helping them. And the feeling of their pain had not gone unnoticed to me. I pushed past him, standing on the water fountain that stood in the middle of the village.

Listen all, and listen well! I began to yell. Are you going to sit back, watching your family, your friends and neighbors being killed by those Natural pack members, who used to cower below our feets, later this day again?! More people surrounded the water fountain I stood at. Are you willing to wait for your day of death to come?! To cower below their feet?! Do you need the palace people when you have your own weapons and people to stand up for your loved ones?! What happened to your pride, your love and loyalty?! I swear, under the name of the moon Goddess, if you stand with me, I will save this village with you, I will help you protect the loved ones who are awaiting for peace again. Stand and fight with me, for the honor of the White Pack that has been almost completely broken.