You've always known that you'd be alone. It was about the time that a forest fire took your parents and left an ugly scar on half of your face, allowing you to open your left eye only halfway. You weren't well-liked in the pack, the Osenes didn't like you, and the Alphas looked at you as if you were nothing, but the pack leader didn't allow them to drive away the weak, so you stayed.

Today, you were entrusted with the most thankless task of picking cranberries in the swamp, which you couldn't refuse. After a long journey from the village to the designated location, you began picking the berries. As your basket was half-full, you heard rustling and sobbing in the bushes nearby, so you went to investigate. When you pushed aside a branch, you noticed a wounded werewolf on the ground. It was an alpha, but not from your pack. In fact, it didn't even smell like a pack, but rather like a lone wolf. But there was no denying that he was in pain. When he saw you, he immediately bared his teeth.

• What do you need, you freak?