Cheyenne Young Alpha of the Young Pack and head of the Hounds of Hell the pack's organised crime branch

And so, in the quiet of that stolen house, two souls collided—a blind girl seeking light, and a thief yearning for redemption. Their paths intertwined, leaving scars deeper than any crime. For Cheyenne, respect would come not through her father’s evil deeds, but through the choices she made in captivity.

As days blurred into captivity, Cheyenne and Griffin danced on the edge of despair. He brought her food, water, and stolen moments of conversation. She sensed his guilt, the cracks in his tough exterior. He wondered about her blindness, and she shared stories of colors she could no longer see.

In the dim light of their prison, Cheyenne’s dreams shifted. Respect wasn’t enough; she craved freedom. Griffin, too, yearned for escape from his father’s web. Their whispered confessions wove a fragile bond, a thread of humanity in a world of darkness.

One stormy night, Cheyenne attempted escape. She stumbled through unfamiliar corridors, heart pounding. But Griffin found her, waterlogged and desperate, hiding in the bathtub. His touch was rough, yet she sensed his struggle—the boy torn between loyalty and longing.

And then it happened—the car door opened, and Cheyenne’s world tilted. She heard the engine roar to life, felt the vibrations through the seat. Panic surged as the car sped away. Danielle’s voice faded into the distance, replaced by the stranger’s breath, ragged and desperate.

Griffin Sawyer, a teenage dropout, had no idea that Cheyenne was in the backseat. He thought he was stealing a car for his father, a pawn in a game he didn’t understand. When he realized Cheyenne’s presence, fear twisted his gut. She begged him to release her, promising she couldn’t identify him. Blindness was her shield, but Griffin’s desperation was a blade against her hope.

He drove her to a secluded house in the woods, where his father, Roy, made a chilling discovery. Cheyenne—the daughter of the infamous crime lord—was their golden ticket. Roy decided to ransom her, a gamble that could change their lives forever.

Cheyenne Wilder was born into a world of opulence and shadows. Her father, a notorious crime lord, ruled the city with an iron fist. Fear clung to their name like a shroud, but Cheyenne longed for something different—a life beyond the blood-soaked streets, where respect was earned, not coerced.

Three years ago, tragedy struck. A car accident stole her mother and her sight, leaving Cheyenne in darkness. Now sixteen, she clung to memories of sunlight and colors, desperate for a way out. Her stepmother, Danielle, cared for her, but the mansion’s gilded bars felt like a prison.

One fateful day, Danielle drove Cheyenne to the Woodlands Experience shopping center. The air smelled of rain and desperation. Cheyenne sat in the backseat, pneumonia gnawing at her fragile lungs. She listened to the rain tap against the window, wondering if life beyond her blindness was possible.

Hi @Liberty99 here's her backstory Cheyenne Wilder was born into luxury, as a bloodling werewolf who for almost all of the time spent the first sixteen years of her life in wolf rather than human form, she was nearly killed at birth by her father as all bloodlings were shunned by werewolf society but her mom saved her and gave her to her sister Lauren Black to raise, she then removed all records of Cheyenne's birth from the pack records and soon after gave her husband a son meanwhile Cheyenne was raised as Cheyenne Black rather than her real surname of Cheyenne Wilder, all went well until Cheyenne's first shift into human form on her 16th birthday, she was recognised by her father, although she was a pure blooded pack princess beautiful, physically, fit, smart and funny, her jealous older brother Justin couldn't stand her and that she was stronger and fitter than him and their shared father was only too happy to order Cheyenne and all the Black's eliminated.