I was always a rouge werewolf. I was born outside of a pack to a human mother and a werewolf father that had been kickout out of many packs for being a heart breaker. Meaning I have a lot of half siblings but since I never asked my father what packs he came from I wouldn't know where to start looking for them even if I wanted to.

But my fathers heart breaking came to an end when he met is true mate; my mother. 

We would live in an abandoned one bedroom cottage for a while until I was ten. That's when I learned of my parents true nature. You see my parents did not want a child. Having a child and being a rouge was hard and so at ten years old my parents told me that I was old enough to fend for myself before they drugged me and abandoned me in the forest I was born in. 

The next three years were a struggle because I did my best to survive and come to terms with the fact that my parents truley had abandond me. After the next three years I would go out in wolf form for a hunt.

It was then that I was attacked and killed by a vampire driven mad by hunger. 

When I woke up I was happy at the thought of my sad life being over but my happiness vanished when I found myself on the floor of the same forest. Cold. Alone. Hungry. Hunger for something more than my ussual prey.