Svan wasn't like the rest. She had come from a generally loving home and a pack. She knew how they worked and their intricate spinnings. Her brother had been with her during her first years as a werewolf after her father died. The pack who had killed him had tried to turn the same fate upon her. It hadn't worked. Her brother had protected her as best he could while she ran. She didn't escape without a bite though. He had taught her not to resist, to enjoy the dual nature she now carried and it worked well for her. She spent much of her time voluntarily as a wolf. Because of this she changed swiftly and much earlier in the night than anyone else. 

She lay on a small rock outcropping, her odd colored coat set her apart from the other wolves in the pack. Her wolf was content to wait for the others. It did not spend all its time cooped up inside a human skin as many of her group chose to do. The howls were beginning to rise all around her now. Two others aside from herself had already made the painful transformation. She could already taste the copper warmth of blood in her mouth and licked her lips. Her nose told her that it was Luca and Rylee that had made the change. 

It made Svan a little uncomfortable that their little nomadic group was mostly made of females. They all tended to be slightly smaller and less bulky than males. Males were nice to have around for protection, that much she was sure of even if she didn't trust them. They were all back stabbing cowards as far as she was concerned. Her father had owned up to having children with a human woman. He'd found out a little late about her and her brother Niall but he came and retrieved them when they were still very small. Raising Svan amongst the pack as one of their own though she could no change and run with the boys she could almost always fight just as well as anyone in her age group. She learned to scrap and fight early and now she was no different. An old hand at fighting though she was still young.