Prologue:

Ever since Sunny was about twelve years old all she’s ever known was to run. Life wasn’t easy being a Werewolf without a pack or even a family but, Sunny was no coward. She would fight until her very last breath to keep herself safe along with any loved ones, if she ever had any.

Her life consisted of the same pattern, wake up, hunt, move away, repeat. She couldn’t risk her safety by staying anywhere for very long. She had no idea where all the larger pack’s territories began or ended so she had to play it safe.

The only thing that she hated about the lifestyle she had to live was the paranoia. Not to mention the several winters she nearly starved to death because every living thing was hidden in their warm hideaways.

The only good thing that came out of winter was that she blended into her surroundings perfectly. She could hunt small game that was out trying to find food for their families without being noticed. She had the purest a fur coats, with it being a shimmering white color.

The only problem with having a white coat was that she stuck out like a sore thumb during ever other season. In order to go unnoticed she had to roll around in mud which matted her fur and made her feel disgusting but a girls gotta eat.

She tried to live her life to the fullest but it was sometimes difficult especially when she had to force herself to shift into her human form. She didn’t like being human because she was weak and exposed if someone decided to attack her. It was also very painful since she rarely ever shifted out of her wolf form.

She didn’t see the point of being a human if she was just going to live like an animal. The only issue that she would soon face was the territory she accidentally wandered into one Spring evening.