"You don't have to kill the rest," she said, "The Maccon pack barely ever does it and the other pack would never." The serum was already working and she stood up.
"I...I'm sorry I can't kill all but I will help you kill the Anou pack, that's our problem. They hunt for fun," she responded gasping, her eyes growing foggy.
"Look sir," she sighed looking him straight in the eye, "I was born a werewolf and my parents were killed by foxes, did I take revenge? Yes, but it didn't make me feel any better it only made me feel worse."
Name: Ron Timberwolf
Age: 13 years
Gender: male
Species: werewolf
Rank: Omega
Pack: Arnou
Personality: rowdy, loves killing and running around freely, often thinks on impulse
History: none
Picture/Description: black wolf with gray speckles
Username: BrownFamFlock
Other: Lycan
(it's ok I think I'll make a new character anyway)
She limped up after him the pain slightly subsiding. The home finally came into view and she limped in and collapsed onto the floor.
She finally awoke but her wounds ached, she knew she had to go to a pack and soon or she would be killed. She attempted to gain her footing but failed. She sat there half unconscious hoping for a patrol.