For thousands of years after that, Fenris treated me well.
Primordial wolves are born cold-blooded. He was the one who taught me how to cry and how to laugh.
Under his guidance, I slowly learned to live in the world beyond the Wilds.
So when he told me he wanted to take me to the Sovereign Grounds, that he would look after me for the rest of my life, I agreed without a second thought.
Three thousand years as mates. Every one of them devoted. Every one of them tender.
Until Fenris met a mortal woman, and everything veered off course.
That woman was Elara, the one he now called his mate.
Elara was flesh and bone, purely human. She could not set foot in the Sovereign Grounds. The only way was to replace the mortal essence inside her body with a Wolf Core and Abyssal power, or with the strength of a Primordial bloodline.
Fenris searched every corner of the Sovereign Grounds and found no justification to take what he needed from anyone else.
So he turned his attention to me.
He deliberately led the other packs to discover my true nature as a Primordial Wolf, then rallied all Three Territories under the banner of righteousness to bind me with silver chains soaked in wolfsbane.