Theirs was a small pack near Heisenberg.
It lacked the numbers needed to establish the complicated hierarchy of bigger packs, and was simply divided in title of the Alpha, the warriors and everyone else.
"Angelina!" Her mother called from downstairs "Hurry up, darling! You'll be late!"
Angelina's room was on the second floor, where her father's study was as well. She spent more time there then she did in her own room.
The twelve year old closed a thick book about Lone Wolves and put it back in a shelf.
"Coming!"
From a young age, her parents had told her that it was there secret. She wasn't allowed to tell a single soul, ever, about her true origins.
Being the daughter of the best warrior in their pack, she could get away with being monstrously strong with only the excuse that her father had started teaching her as soon as she started running.
