Fiorensia had always been a woman of patience, a predator who waited for the perfect moment to strike. She had married Ricardo Mors not out of love, not out of any foolish romantic ideals, but for the sole purpose of unlocking a secret buried deep within the Mors bloodline.
The Mors clan was revered for its pure white werewolf bloodline, a lineage that had ruled the Northern Territory of Sirius for generations. But within that proud ancestry lay something far more elusive, a secret within the clan.
The bloodline possessed a rare recessive gene. One that produced black-furred werewolves, whispered about in myths and feared by those who sought to maintain balance.
Legends spoke of the black werewolves, creatures whose blood could grant the impossible. It was said that if a demon god were to consume the blood of a pure black werewolf, they would shed their immortality, becoming mortal while still retaining their formidable powers.
