[Nazan's P.O.V.]
When I was very young, I had no impression of my parents. We didn't have a home and we didn't have a pack to belong to. Everyone called me a rogue werewolf.
My sister and I relied on each other since we were young. Since we were both rogue werewolves, we often suffered from the cold eyes and abuse of the people around us. When someone beat us up, it was always my sister who protected me. When there was good food, my sister would always give me the first bite. Our days were not considered happy, but I always felt that as long as my sister was around, I could survive.
We fought every day to survive and the days passed by in hunger and satiety. I thought our days would continue like this, always living in a muddled state, until my sister saved an injured man when she was hunting for food. It was then that our days completely changed.
