So when I was infected with lycanthropy at the age of ten, it was a blessing to me. I didn't understand it at first and admit to be scared. But, I soon learned how I could survive in the orphanage by eating more than my full on the nights of the full moon. I learned quickly how to change even when it wasn't a full moon and I would do so when I needed nourishment to stay alive. It was always a fight, and always a struggle. But I managed it.

After I turned sixteen, I had met a girl in Skopje. She was being sent to Canada as a foreign exchange student. I was jealous and needed a way to get out of the orphanage. It was pure hell there. So the day the girl was leaving for the airport, I killed her. That wasn't my intention, though. I only wanted to hurt her and take her place. I knew that if I could pose as her and get to Canada, I could hide away and no one would ever find me. But, my plan didn't work out correctly. In fact, it went terribly, horribly wrong! I'll spare you the grim details, but I had to dispose of her body and leave no remains. Use your imagination.

Since I killed her, I had to then pretend that I was her. I mean, a girl doesn't just vanish into thin air, right?

Again, my plan was flawed, but I wouldn't know that until I got to Canada and met the couple that I would live with. Nakita was twenty at the time, but her mate was a bit older than she was, and as you may have guessed, they were lycans as well. Fox, to be exact, just like myself. I knew that they were right off the bat, but since neither of them said anything about it, I thought perhaps they didn't know. I didn't really understand at that point that all lycans have improved senses and that they can tell when someone is lying.

So I lived with them and went to school there for months without saying anything at all. They treated me kind and did everything they could to break down the walls of distrust that I held onto so firmly. Her mate never did succeed. While I respected and cared for him, I couldn't let myself trust him, and not because of anything he did or didn't do. It was all me. Nakita, on the other hand, I eventually came to love and trust as if she were a big sister to me. I finally told her the truth, about everything. And while I knew she told her mate, him and I never spoke about any of it, other than the lycan part. They took me under their wings so to speak, and helped me develop my abilities.

After Nakita's mate died, I continued to live with her. It brought us even closer, but even still, she was the only person I trusted and probably ever would.

Now, we find ourselves in Torremolinos, Spain. Nakita is the Ninlil and I'm the Ninurta of our den. (More to come on how we got here soon.)