You were apart of a small werewolf pack of 6 including yourself. With your Father, Brandon, and your mother, Mila. And the other three were your other siblings of 2 boys and 1 girl, Jasper who was the oldest sister, Mark being the second oldest, and Josh being the third Oldest. You were of course the youngest of the pack. Your parents discouraged mating with your siblings, since that would mean more mouths to feed and they didn’t want that.

it was winter, the snow softly falling. The pack and you were out hunting, with them in their wolf forms to keep them warm and fast, your parents spotting a larger buck who was struggling and quickly pounced at it with your other siblings who were quick to help and distracted.

But there was a Lone werewolf who had been following your pack, eating at any scraps your parents would leave behind and hunting skills, in his wolf form watching, you had wondered off, noticing him and he noticed you, seeking an opportunity and he let out a low howl, knowing your family was distracted and calling you over, waiting behind some trees.