Long ago, they say, the Veritrix pack sold their souls to the Devil in exchange for abnormal beauty. Gorgeous, utterly irresistible, and completely hollow inside; cold, ruthless, dangerous in what they would do to gain power. Soulless. Once they held the forest like putty in their paws, using their charm and good looks to claw their way to the top. They acted on whims and wishes. There was no telling what they would do to get their way. The other wolf packs fell under their spell, and so they reigned supeme, maintaining control with not force but charisma. Eventually, as they grew reckless and uncaring, their dangerous nature was noted and they were banished to a section of the forest where they could do nothing but die.
However, once monsters like these are created, there is no going back.
With no other packs to butt heads with, the Soulless, as they had become known as, flourished. Contrary to what the other packs might have hoped, they could survive just as well on their own, but they lay low for many years anyway. They watched as the wolves shook of their spell and normalcy resumed, waiting until their memory had become distant, a thing of the past.
Now they will strike.
