The price to serve me and live

The beast side.

The guardian.

Selene-alpha.

Pig.

Luck child.

For the first few lifetimes, they were what I had been called.

Names given to me by those who were in my lives, each of them I had failed my duty by losing those I had been tasked to care for.

A name gives you an identity and power.

My very first life I had loved, been loved even became a mother. My true form back then had been my pride. It is why I had used the last of my consciousness before I was dragged for punishment to create a form from the womb of the selected sires, similar to my main form. It is only after waking now that I realized the form I had tried so hard to create and protect was flawed. The wolf had been born but the shell had yet to be mature enough to appear. Worse, that stupid world consciousness had moaned and groaned driving it mad. In fact stuck deep in my prison I had also suffered because of her weeping. What a scourge.