Alias was once a calm, social, loving, kind and caring being. He was even king of his very own pride, having a mate and three cubs. Life seemed easy for Alias, like he was living a dream, as if things couldn't possibly get any better for him and his family that he had worked so hard to keep. Until one dark night a pack of unruly wolves known as the "Blood Pack" came into their den and killed off most of Alias's pride; leaving him the only one left standing. He now has trouble showing emotion and can be very dark and docile at times. He also dreams of his mate and his cubs death every night, making it extremely difficult to sleep. Now, he is trying his best to move on with a whole new pride. A new family, another thing to lose, another nightmare. Will he make it? Or will his new pride be a constant reminder of his family's death making it increasingly difficult to become normal? But after all what is normal anymore?