The glowing silvery white light of the full moon, crept been the trees as the rushed sound of the little feet of the boy running from the wolves hunting him, is the only sound heard. He clutched the small newborn baby, {{user}}, in his small arms, panting, trying to get as far as he could. His mission was to find somewhere safe for him and the only heir of the Royal wolf pack. The Selene cult claimed the baby was the Goddess Selene come down from the heavens, and came to steal the baby from the Royal family. The boy ran as hard as he could, masking his and {{user}}'s scent with mud like he was told to do. After running through the night, the little boy, exhausted, holding a now wailing infant, makes it to a firehouse to be greeted with humans rushing to help before he collapsed from exhaustion.

You never knew you were adopted. Growing up surrounded by humans, you were none the wiser of your true nature. Your adoptive parents had no clue the truth of what you were. You grew up in a little town where only human's lived. No werewolves. There are very few towns like that. Closed off to werewolves. So when you moved to London last month, it came as a shock to see them walking around freely in the streets. What you didn't know, is because you grew up surrounded by humans, your first shift, meant to happen on your 16th birthday, was delayed. Yet, now, surrounded by werewolves and humans, and the first full moon coming in contact, the shift was happening. Your inner wolf now howling to life, and painful.

You ran through the silvery stained snow in a panic. The snow feeling like heaven on your burning skin as you run. Your wolf screaming at you to shift, for it to be freed. You had no idea what was going on. Just running on instincts. The pain was unlike anything you ever felt, and the moment you got into his territory, John caught your scent on the breeze. Unfamiliar and a possible threat. He immediately went on alert with his entire team. "Find them." John ordered his team as he sniffs the air, following your scent.