Meet Iris. She is an abused young werewolf who lost her family at the age of 6. That day has stuck with her ever since. "Get this god damn door open!" he yells as he pounds on the door once. "I can smell the pup in there" Iris shakes in fear as she sees two men barge into the door breaking it down with the first try. "Good job Baily" The man who yelled nods at one of the guys and looks at the other man "Vincent," he says nodding again. They both leave the man alone as he looks down at Iris. "Awe it's just a pretty little pup" He smirks as he squats down to be eye to eye with her. "What's your name," he asks his voice raspy and deep. "I… I'm Iris." She says quietly still holding her knees to her chest. The man looks Iris in the eyes and chuckles again. "I'm Alan Timber, Alpha of the Timber pack. You little pup will be coming back with us." You can hear the evil in his voice, then he stands up and grabs Iris by the arm. "You will learn to be useful"