introduction
Her hair was of a pretty moonlight silver, the type of moonlight you would watch on a romantic evening - yet she was far from the gentle type. Her hair was cut rough to shoulder length for battle, you'd be glad to know that she at least brushes it once a day. But hair wasn't a big problem for warriors.
Her face was remained scorn in battle. On the battlefield, she fights on the front line and sets an example for her fellow warriors. She is the lead warrior after all.
The title was given by her Alphas - Asher and Lydia. She sworn to be forever loyal to her alphas. Her exact words were, "I swear by this night's moon that I will forever be loyal to my Alphas." And if she were to be disloyal? Eaten alive by her peers.
Now if that wasn't loyal.
Disloyal wolves of the past had it easy. They had two choices. Get kicked out, and the members were to spread the word to other packs to not accept them, therefore condemning them as lone wolves. Or suicide to redeem themselves of their "sin".
Ira would have been a Beta if it were not for Hugo, Asher's best friend from childhood.
But she was still grateful everyday, other wolves in the pack had it worse. The lowest scums, they were. Ira was grateful that the least amount of food she ever had in one day was a pound of fox meat, she gave the rest of her meal to the pups. She pitied them. She was grateful that she never had to resort to eating berries and plants that were made for deers, like the scums they were so called.
But when she saw him. Beau. She found herself betraying to her wolf pack, her family. A wolf usually betrays a wolf pack for another wolf pack. But Ira, she betrayed for a deer. A damn deer.
She truly was the lowest scum.
