The red string of fate that connects the two soul mates was broken by him, not me, never me.
The fate that was decided by the moon goddess..he tried to change it ,not me.
Why then, was I punished..?

Zairiya grew up believing herself a curse and an outcast to the people she belonged to.She was banished by her pack as she entered this world.Mother Nature took pity on her and granted her only wish, Aeran as her mate, but even that was a cruel joke played on her by the fate.She loved and loved from the very core of her being ,she gave everything for that love,for Aeran, crossing all boundaries to acquire the unattainable love of her mate.
But maybe that was not enough.
Then something disastrous happened and her very soul blackened, turning all that love to hatred so cruel that nothing mattered to her anymore.
Finally she gave in and lost herself forever.
...
Let me tell you a story of love, a story of betrayal, a story of death, a story of Zairi and Aeran.

Falling Heart

"Dammit." I pushed back from the table and leaned back in the chair closing my eyes in frustration. 


After the morning's episode I had retired to "Marcus's reading room cum library."And yes it was a library. A big one where you could see shelves and shelves of books covering every part of the vast room.A proper library with books over flowing. 


I wanted to find something about my power but so far nothing had turned.I had finally stumbled upon the Pack Records.It didn't take me long to make my decision.Abandoning my earlier search I jumped up in this new conquest. I wanted to know about the Pack.About my mother who was long forgotten by everyone.I wanted to unfurl any small memory of her I could relate to this huge mansion.May be hidden in these very walls. These very shelves.I wanted to trace back her existence here.To find anything that could bring her essence back to me. 
