Rhea was born in a pack called Blackoak where her mother and father raised her. She was born with two siblings during a winter that was too harsh and because of that, she was the only pup to live through it. Naturally, her parents grieved but Rhea was too young to even understand what had happened at the time. Through their grief, they focused solely on her and became very protective. Despite that, her upbringing was good. She made friends with another pup named Dryas and on the same day they met she easily called him her best friend. It was like they were meant to meet each other.

Every day they met and played together. They were practically glued at the hip. Rhea couldn't understand it but she felt drawn to him and as they grew older together she was sure he felt the same. When she came of age Drya asked her to be his mate and she accepted feeling as happy as ever.

A few months went by peacefully until a rouge group of wolves decided they wanted the pack's land and was willing to fight for it. The wolves of Blackoak wasn't going to let them take it without a fight. There were many casualties including Rhea's and Dryas' parents and, unfortunately, that wasn't the only thing they lost. Dryas, her, and the rest of the pack lost their homes. There was only a handful left and after licking their wounds they relocated carrying the weight of their defeat and loss. They eventually found a new home in which they named Whitehollow.

Together Rhea and Dryas helped each other heal and though their experience had been tragic it also brought them closer together. They decided to continue to look forward and live happily. They were sure that was what their parents would want for them. When it seemed that life had finally worked itself out Rhea started yearning for a family of their own. Within the same month, her life would change once more. She dreamed of bearing his children and growing old with Dryas and instead she woke up next to his lifeless body. At the age of two she became a widow and at the age of three, he lost his life. Her heart was shattered; it was a couple of days before she removed herself from his side. The wolves of Whitehollow helped her bury him and though they wanted to be there for her she pushed them away.

Days had passed since she hid away in her den until she realized that everything she looked at made her think of him which only made her pain worse. One conclusion came to mind and that was when she decided to leave. The pack was opposed to her choice but they knew nothing they would say would convince her to stay. They said their goodbyes and that was the last time she saw them. Rhea wished she had told him all the things she had left unsaid. She wanted so badly to see him again, to hear his voice one more time, and to feel his warm touch. Still to this day she didn’t know what ended his life. It was so sudden and unexpected. A tragic mystery.

Rhea had been wandering wherever her limbs carried her for a few months now. Every now and then thoughts would flicker in the back of her mind. Maybe she should find a new life. Maybe she could settle down and stop being alone. What if, however, being alone was the best thing for her? The she-wolf really didn’t know what she wanted or what was best for her. What she did know was that her life was cursed.