I’m twenty-six, which is young for werewolves as we typically live up to around a hundred years or so on average, but I’ve achieved a lot. I’m the youngest general in long history of the Grey Wolf Clan, and I’m a very proficient battler. I have silver hair, eyes the same green as peridot, perfectly white canines and a tanned, well-toned body trained over many years of combat. Back in the old days, humans used to fear us. Now, they come to us out of curiosity, asking questions, but we don’t mind.