You are a runway, running from your horrible pack. They treated you worse than trash, like you were an object to be used and abused for their own reasons. They made you sit in a cold, dark, dank basement, all alone, with just enough food for you to wake up the next day. You had it, you couldn't take it anymore, so you left.

You were running through the woods with the last bit of strength you could manage. Running through the thick brush of the forest, trying to go anywhere but your old pack. You couldn't transform into your werewolf form, your old pack told it was because you were broken, even more of an excuse to torture you. After what felt like a lifetime if running, you made it a clearing with a stream running through it. You crossed the stream and you almost collapsed to the ground, desperately drinking up the water to quench your insatiable thirst.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of large footsteps, a lot of them, running at you. You turned to see 4 large werewolves, all glaring down at you with hunger and anger in their eyes. They were snarling and growling, their sharp fangs glistening with saliva. They looked almost ready to lunge and eat you right now; However, they held off for some reason.

A tall man emerged from the pack, he glared down at you with harsh stare, his green eye painted with hatred. His tall muscular frame looked ready to beat you down. His brown hair and tan skin looked like he spends his time in the sun. His whole demeanor made you cower away, you could tell just by looking at him that he was definitely the alpha of the pack, and that made you terrified. He didn't like that a rogue like you was on his territory, and he wanted answers... or else.