The only time a werewolf is to give birth to real live pups is when the female wolf is under extreme stress, which she was as her family had just ended a 50yr war with the all the seperated territories. She was to be the mother of the famous 7 pups. Apparently my mother being mated to our father was going to bring 7 pups with magical powers that would save us all and bring all the kingdoms together again. so yeah I guess no pressure. See my mother's family had traded her like a piece of meat, to what they thought was the most deadliest pack, the rainbow pack, now don't let the name fool you like it did her father, my grandfather. He thought they were nothing but a pack of pansies with no back bone and no balls but to find out out that they were all but ruthless, cruel and deadly with your back to them or not. When it came to the deal, my mother was sold to the alpha of the rainbow pack, to do as he pleases in order to keep a truce with them and save his own skin. But as soon as the alpha's saw my mother and they locked eyes, the sparks flew as they found out that they were destined to be mates, but her mate also saw the horrible conditions his mate, my mother, was in, she apparently looked like she was so close to her death bed it was not funny, he was surprised that she was even able to stand on her own two legs. But being fated to bring the famous 7 came with many hurdles and risks. She was weak as it was but then they found out that there was 8 and not 7 everyone started to worry, the extra one being me. So the doctors told mother to stay in wolf form the whole time she was pregnant, as she would be giving birth in wolf form and all us pups would be born in wolf form. As my brother's and sister's were born each with black or grey fur and spots of one colour each. The first born, Harry, he was black with blue spots and tips with the blue carrying to his eyes in certain lighting. He was always mean to me, out of them all he was the worst, the others just went along with it in fear they would be put down as low as me. Next was Damian, he was grey with patches of green, he looked up to Harry a bit to much and was just a smaller version of Harry, with strong green eyes. Then was Luke, he was black with thick stripes of yellow with almost golden eyes like our fathers. Whenever he could, he would come visit me and spend so much time trying to cheer me up and bring extra water, to wash with and to drink. Then CJ, Chris Johnathan really but he liked being called CJ, he was very with orange lighting looking marks, with little sparks of orange going through his eyes. He would sneak in some extra food that was not scraps, some of the food he brought was amazing. Next was Elizabeth,she was black with red dots and red eyes that glowed when she was angry. She purely hated me and had no bad feelings for all the pain she had caused me, she was red. Then came Ashley, with grey and pink fur, she was a snob who just did what everyone else done, to good to think for herself. Then the last pup before I was born was Azaria, she was black and purple, she hated what our family has done to me, she brings medical supplies everytime one of our siblings hurt me to much that my wolf couldn't heal me anymore. She comes up with a plan to get me out of here but I am not sure I have the courage to do it. I have been trapped for 30yrs, used and abused for what ever purpose our family would be offered by other pack members or even wolves from other packs. And finally me, my name is Nikki, my pack sees me as a curse, my half my family sees me as a killer. I was born with pure white fur but my tips were flaked with every colour my siblings were born with. And my eyes were a very light blue colour almost white. I now know what colour my wolf is but my mother lied and told everyone that I was a dirt brown colour. We each turned into our human forms within a hour of our birth. Mother was weak after childbirth even after turning back she was weak. Within two months of giving birth our mother died, with everyone blaming the unexpected pup for the reason. I was thrown into a pen, treated like a animal, when I got older I was taken to the dungeons. Where I would suffer the worst treatment ever and shamed into doing unthinkable things, just to insure that I would survive to make the next day. Then my father started to rent me out to other packs. That's when Azaria came up with the scariest plan. But do I have the strength to follow through with our plan.