The tormenting life of loneliness for Soma initiated, when she was forced to join the pack life. The taboo, raucous living of a rogue was frowned upon, thought to be malicious for a specie like Lycan. If Soma would've been the Judy, she would have never left her aging, human grandmother, the only family she ever known and the only one who she abide rules of. She hated the mastery of Lycan race, if she hadn't of suddenly shifted into a Lycan after dreading the moment of unspecified for the rest of her life, she wouldn't be leaving her only family far behind, moving in between the savage beasts who had no care or abode for humans. She hated being suppressed, so, when the fates have already designated and designed her as a vicious being, what was the point of living in confined rules of Lycans? The answer was perplexing, but simple, maybe fates had bigger plans for her. Plans that might plunge her into a veil of passion and an abyss of further reverie of misting and suffocating darkness, plans for which she was never ready for. Plans of a mate.