King Micajah

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half.

Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human.
A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth.

He will never have a true mate.

When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate.

Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins.

No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates.

A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love.

But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.