A new life
It was a stormy night in New York city as a extremely dirty small six year old boy with shoulder length blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a shirt too small for him and a pair of worn out jeans with no shoes walked through the rain trying to find a dry place to sleep. His name is Dylan and he's an orphan.
Turning down an alley, he spots a cardboard box hidden from the rain by the overhang of the building beside it. He walks to the box and crawls in, curling into a fetal position to keep warm. "Hopefully tomorrow will be sunny so I can scrounge for some food ," he thinks to himself. Dylan fell into a light sleep thinking maybe things will be easier tomorrow.
He had only been asleep for about three hours when he heard a growl from outside his box. Peeking his head out, he saw two men staring each other down, but they didn't appear to have seen him yet. He couldn't hear what they were saying over the heavy rain, but all of a sudden they attacked each other, throwing punches and growling.
He put his head out a little more to get a good look at them. One man looked to be in his early twenties and had extremely short black hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and had pretty defined muscles, while the other man had long black hair and deep blue eyes and looked to be in his early twenties to late thirties. As he watched them fight Dylan noticed their eyes were changing colors, as they were now a light yellow.
The older male picked up the younger one and threw him down the alley into some trash cans near where Dylan was hiding. He watched as the trash cans were pushed away and a large monster stood up. He was half-man and half-dog, with thick dark hair covering his body. The dog-man growled and rushed at the older male, who, as the monster was just about to slice up turned into a monster too, just a little bigger than the first one. They clawed at each other bleeding from various cuts and bite marks. The younger dog-man stopped suddenly and sniffed. He turned around and looked right at Dylan and licked his lips. Abandoning the fight it went for Dylan.
Dylan sat there in shock and horror, "This is it, I'm going to get eaten." He closed his eyes waiting for the inevitable but it never came. He opened his eyes and saw the older-dog man holding the younger one in the air before throwing him away from Dylan and down the alley. He stood in front of Dylan and growled protectively as Dylan looked on confused on why he was guarding him. The younger looked at the older and ran off, deciding he should retreat for tonight but that this wasn't over.
Dylan looked at the one protecting him and shivered in fear and tried to run out from behind him and get away but he only got about half-way down the alley before the dog-man picked him up by his shirt and looked into his terrified brown eyes. He growled at Dylan and bites his forearm leaving a perfect set of teeth marks. Dylan screamed in pain as the monsters saliva burned his arm, he blacked out in pain and went limp in the monsters arms. The monster turned back into the man, his wounds already starting to heal and smiled down at the young boy in his arms.
"I have chosen this orphan as my son. I will treat him like he is my biological child and will teach and guide him and turn him into a great werewolf," the man thought to himself before walking into the street and getting into a limo with the boy in his lap. "Take me home, Arden. I can't wait to show Alex and his son Tripp the new member of our pack". The man nods and drives out of the city and into the deep country side.