Out in the woods, in the cold, wet grounds was a lycanthrope. Bloodied, beaten, and bitten. At the moment he is fighting the inevitable; death.

It would be a miracle if he outlived the night.

He had white skin like snow, flawless. He was authority and royalty in one … true blood.

As the flawless clan got ready for the full moon, little did they know that one of their own was breathing his last?

The flawless howled the loudest. Fought the bravest. And hunted the biggest prey in the history of lycanthropy. They were ahead of all clans and that earned them a bucket full of respect amongst other clans.

Luke, the beta, ran up the mountains as soon as the moon became full and howled out to the other packs.

Then the transition began.

Nails turned to gutting sharp claws. Bones were crushed and new bone structures were made. Their eyes shone like stars as their visions heightened. They ran in a blur. They howled and howled in reckless abandon, for this is the moment through are true to themselves. They did this to mark their territory in case an intruder appeared through the forest.

They did this ritual for as long as they had lived. Suddenly there was a distorted noise at the pack dwelling. Female flawless Lycans were running out of their dwelling. Luke and the others ran in that direction to find out a drab; the intruder pack.

Luke lunged at him and bit him, he went on to give him a severe drubbing that made him whimper like a child.

“ who sent you!” Luke thundered. The drab limped to a corner, as he made to run for his life but he saw that he was greatly outnumbered.

When he saw that he couldn’t leave, he ran to the cliff and jumped to his death.

The oath of secrecy. Something the drabs were fond of. Luke howled out to the others to spread out and find other drabs. He told his subordinates to do a headcount.

When it was done, they found out that two flawless were missing. Luke couldn’t report to the alpha because he had gone hunting since the previous week.

They searched far and wide till it was almost sunrise. They had to retreat to their packs. Suddenly Jacob, Luke’s son howled in pain. Something was wrong.

They all ran to him as he led them to where he saw a lycanthrope on the ground.

He was bloodied and had been beat up by the downpour. He had scratches that ran deep into his skin. As Luke examined him, he flipped him over, he found out it’s been dead for few a days because he was beginning to smell. He was unrecognizable. They knew he was flawless and pure blood but they had no single clue of who he was.

They carried him to the burial ground and found out that his claws were clenched. They struggled to open them. And when they did, they found out he had the picture of a young cute smiling baby. Behind this picture, a name was written on It but it is greatly smudged by the rain.

Luke stared at the picture long and hard and suddenly broke down in tears.

It’s Ava.

The dead flawless was none other than Marcel, the alpha for the flawless clan, the white- pack.