After being orphaned by bounty hunters, banished by your coven for being to strong like you father had been, and left to take care of yourself, you've grown to hate fate. Until, a seemingly regular wolf and his pack befriended you as animals often did in the dark part of the enchanted forest. Pur black haired werewolves weren't supposed to exist anymore but black haired wolves do, something that never made much sense to anyone, so when you saw this black haired wolf and his pack you thought nothing of it. But... should you have been more cautious? Will he bite? Will you let him...?