The silver chains around her wrists, ankles, and neck stopped her from doing anything. Her alpha and his queen had already been killed in the invasion. She was originally from the city, but every month around the time of the full moon she travelled to the country to run with her pack. Mary knew she shouldn’t really see the pack she ran with as hers. They only put up with her because Dani and Roger demanded they did. None of the other members really liked her. Still, the open air of the city did not compare to the scent of the forest, the fresh grass, or the feel of other wolves, even if they were unfriendly. She had not found any other pack and wasn’t interested in being rejected at every turn, which was why she stayed where she was. Better the devil you know and all that. But now even that was being taken away from her as she watched members of her back being slaughtered by a man she didn’t know. She was known as a half breed wolf, which meant she had been turned by having the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
