Lana Allaire came to be at a later time in this woman's life, taking on an alias that was chosen by her father to cover up an identity that had too many dark secrets associated with it. Being haunted by a past of death will live on in Lana forever, but she admires her freedom to create a future of her own. Dating back to a time where she felt she was destined to live luxuriously and rich for the rest of her life, Lana was known as Alexandra Petrov, daughter to Vladimir Petrov, a man revered for his wealth and work. Vladimir was the director of an anti-terrorism organization full of elite and skilled agents that successfully countered and intercepted several attempts. With recruitments of diverse, tech-savvy agents and battle-ready fighters, his organization was running smoothly and safely -- all trusted and funded by the government. The organization was known as LANA - Leading Anti-terrorism National Association.

Lana and her father shared a special bond since she was the light that fought his darkness, the treasure that he fought to hide, and the one civilian that reminded him of the lives he was saving. Lana's mother was an artist, capable of drawing detailed portraits and beautiful landscapes, but also capable of raising several kids to teach them manners, respect, and dignity. While Lana was never the golden child, or the spoiled child, she fell in the middle and acted more like the black sheep. She didn't delve in the luxuries, but rather, spent time in the mud and in the trees. Strict as her mother was, her privilege to be adventurous was granted and protected by her father. And so she spent her days in the courtyards of the mansion, or in the fields that lay behind and beside it, exercising her body and engraving the beautiful horizons into her memory.

As she grew older, her childish innocence began to fade and her free-spirit began to subside. In her early teens, Lana was educated on her father's work and it was coming a time in which Lana was to begin thinking of her future. At this time, she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps, despite how big they may be, and become worthy of his position and his work. With an immense goal in hand, Lana would sneak into his study and find whatever she could to learn more of his work. Coming across confidential folders that were stashed away was one thing, but it was his journal that would reveal information that wasn't meant for her eyes.

Several entries related to self-hatred due to incompetence and failure. Although it was hard for Lana to comprehend, she began to piece everything together to understand that the organization was failing, but much worse, the safety of the individuals who ran it were in peril -- including their families. It all dated back to a mission in which he blamed himself for the mistakes that were ordered. There were morbid lines such as,'I will shoot my family myself to save them from the torturing they would have to endure' that caused her to become paranoid. Lana stopped and left the room seeming untouched, changing her outlook and getting closer to her father to remind him of the light that was still in his possession.

Days went on normally, but no necessary precautions were made from the given threats that Lana read about, creating a sense of paranoia for her. As expected, it wasn't long before the first attack came, though it was unsuccessful, it proved that their family was in as much danger as the journal entries mentioned. This put the family on the move, and her father in great stress. It happened quickly -- the elimination of several agents and the end of the organization, all of the guards that were assigned to protect the family were being wiped out like wasps. Although none of it was made public to save from a fearful community, Lana's family knew and they were now on the run from unknown terrorists and hitmen that were all fueled with anger and revenge. Being chased around Russia contrasted the luxurious lifestyle that was left behind, as well as the motels and dingy apartments that they had to stay in to remain safe. As the attackers figured out their patterns, they closed in on the family at a rundown motel located in a small town, far from the city. The motel lit up with tons of military-grade lights that were all surrounded by a large group of incognito men, armed with rifles and guns.

The night was difficult to remember, but the more memorable bits were the feeling Lana had when she thought back to the journal entry and being forced on her knees outside the motel, her family in a line. She was fearful that the end of her life would be committed by her father in that very moment. Instead, he willingly stepped forward and gave himself up, only to end in a destructive suicide. He ignited a bomb taped against his chest to eradicate the group of men and their equipment. The explosion was huge and meant for a diversion. The blast knocked everyone off their feet and left a painful ringing in everyone's ears, but the following gunshots still boomed through the air. The dust from the gravel created a thick cloud that was nearly impossible to see through, but Lana made it out to find a black SUV surrounded by soldiers that were too late to save the rest of her family. As she was ordered into the SUV, they drove off in a hurry, not waiting for any other survivors of the explosion. Within the SUV, an older man that worked with her father handed her an envelope containing a passport, a birth certificate, a check, and a letter. That is when Lana fled to the airport and truly became Lana Hope Allaire. The identity was given by her father and Lana was immediately put on a flight to the U.S. in which she would live in an orphanage until her family would reunite.

The orphanage was only somewhat aware of her circumstances, and they were told to relay any messages that Lana would receive from the rest of her family. Much to Lana's misfortune, she received no messages and she was left without hope of a family. Later to find out, Lana's arrival was expected to be with her other siblings, and not just herself. This spoke to Lana and made her realize that she may have been the only one that got out of that predicament. Filled with anger and despair for many years, Lana developed her signature personality and didn't let anybody come close to her. Lana began MMA classes and Muay Thai for anger management, but she also found appreciation in the self-defense aspects of it all. As time went on Lana would reflect on her past and she eventually decided on her career path.

Joining the FBI was easy for Lana, due to her determination and history. Lana was full of drive, but also still full of memories of her childhood that she treasures everyday. Finding success with her designated path, she made a name for herself in her division and she was honored for her hard work and dedication to the FBI. Lana cashed the check that her father gave her and she had a good sum of money to live her life peacefully without a job, but she still maintained that goal from her childhood to follow in her father's footsteps to fight crime and terrorism. Lana reached a comfortable point in her life before becoming extremely ill. It took time to recover, but Lana's willpower was not shaken, nor her determination. Once she felt 100% again, she went out into the field as if nothing happened, despite the peculiar events that seemed to come up suddenly. Confused by this, she has superstitions that this was a sign to push further in her life and properly advance to get to a position like her father.

No one of importance, the words rang true in her mind. They were silver bullets, splitting her outer defenses and plummeting through her ribcage into her bleeding heart. She was taken aback by the young prince, completely stunned by him. She nearly collapsed in a heap, her wolf's sheer will being her only anchor. She could handle the trifling barbs, they were merely additional pinpricks to a pride that had been run through continuously with poisoned blades. But to call someone who had spent their life obeying the demands of insolent nobility ’No one of importance’? It was humiliating, it reinforced every thought she had once had about nobility. They were pigs, feeding off of the torment of their subjects like it was a honeyed mash. Celine stayed cemented to the floor, but every fiber of her being strained to launch towards the child-Prince and tear apart his body until it resembled Esmeralda's corpse. Surely, she thought, if she held her ground the King would do something to punish this brat. Surely, he would make a fuss and honor the life of a woman who had served him up until her mate's last breath? Her gaze shifted to him, until the red rimming her eyes cleared enough to see him completely.

Celine was fixated on the expression of her king, a man so brave and sure in his mannerisms now taut with anxiety. She dared a glance at his eyes, unsurprised to see that they were narrowed in on the shell that had once contained the soul of her compassionate companion. The old man's face had gone pale, drastically unveiling every fine line his prior bravado had managed to mask. He was petrified. Her eyes bore narrow holes into his rigid flesh, wondering what he would say, how he would assure his court. Once more, he failed her, once more, he failed his kingdom. It was unforgivable when he stormed past her, scurrying off to collect himself. She launched emerald daggers into his spine, wishing to cripple him and demolish his crown. Claws tore into Celine's sides, and it was only then that she noticed she had been shredding up her wool blanket.

She nearly stooped down to pick up the scraps that had fallen to the floor beside her, but perked up at the sound of Owain's voice. It dispersed the torrent of emotions she was feeling, leaving her vulnerable to him. She was not disappointed by his reaction, his volatile rage was an outstanding sight. The tight-lipped, brooding Prince hardly ever made his presence known -it was a feature that made him mysteriously attractive among the women of the court- but here, when it mattered most, he was the only person who dared to announce his distaste for his brother's repulsive attitude. Celine soared with immeasurable pride, her wolf stomping her feet and howling out her affirmations. A small justice had been done for Esmeralda, and in turn, a majority of the people.

Battling the urge to rush forwards and kiss the lips off of her mate, Celine smothered her small smile and watched as the two brothers clashed. She had never been taught the true ways of court, but she knew how to read the actions of people, particularly when their wolves spoke through them. Enoch, having awoken his wild, was high off of power. It was a rush Celine knew all too well, especially in his position. He had the strength of a potential alpha flooding his veins, and the moment he unlocked it's true potential a war would be waged. Perhaps not physically -depending on Owain's willpower and his ability to reel in his wolf- but backs would be stabbed and the unsteady foundations of their familial bonds would shatter. She prayed that when the time came, the unspoken majesty would put his foot down and claim his birthright. If he continued to have the appropriate opinion towards his subjects, it would benefit all in the court.

The heartthrob of all teenaged females stomped off, the air around him reeking of misused privilege. A group of guards trailed him, stepping lightly and attempting to give him a wide berth. She felt a pang of pity for these men -the ones who hadn't been chosen to serve under her father in the army- who had to fall on swords for royals who couldn't differentiate between them and a pile of cow manure. Dismissing them with a furrowed brow, she turned her attention once more to her Pri-mate. She gave him a small curtsy before attempting to speak, doing her best to keep the body beneath her out of eyesight. “Your Highness, bless you for honoring my friend's memory,” She began, doling out more respect for him than she had ever provided any other noble. Her true thanks would have to wait, but for now, she hoped these ornate words would appease him and his guests.

She met his gaze, finding sweet serenity in his eyes. She was almost certain that she could entrust him with the task of finding Esmeralda's killers. If it weren't for her bias against members of nobility, she would have been able to lean on him entirely. Alas, her tension only truly ceased once he offered her a spot on the reconnaissance team. “I'll meet with you again this evening.” She promised, knowing that her time with him was up...for now at least. She leaned forwards, bringing Esmeralda into her arms once more. She had grown almost immune to the scent of her decomposition, having toted her through the woods. The silver, however, still stung her nose with a dizzying effect. Turning and throwing back her shoulders, she marched Esmeralda out of the room with all the dignity she could muster.