The second youngest of six siblings and the daughter of two well-respected leaders treated none unlike royalty, Darcy reaped the benefits of her aristocracy and power with none of the burdens of a rule as her brother, Merrick, found himself to be. A spoiled child turned woman raised with a silver spoon in her mouth, Darcy began to spiral, making use of her status to get her spoils and then some, over the span of two years it became clear that she was a risk the family, specifically, her father, could not allow to fester. Multiple "interventions" could not cure the ails Darcy was bending under and image, above all, was what mattered—her father made his decision, making her but a common wolf with royal blood.

All Darcy can remember from the night is attacking her father... Merrick... she hopes she harmed them, immensely.