What do you call it? when a wolf snatches your heart? Clawed. 

Hot-blooded, bad tempered creatures. That's what we are. Werewolves. We aren't normal wolves who were transformed--no, we are wolves who are born from a human and a demon. Magically, we aren't warlocks but the cursed race of the Blood Hounds, Werewolves of the Great West.

Ah, of course there's a princess that will be in this story and that's when all the drama started.

No pulse, fire-red  blazing marks around us, and an empty shell of a beautiful creature. That's what I am. I am normal but not normal at the same time. I am different to from my race and therefore special. Sadly, I haven't inherited feelings and so I am the Maiden of Darkness, Warlock of the Great East. 

Oh, not to mention that puny pups can make my peace turn to havoc.