I was 3. My mother took me out into the city for the first time. I hadn't known what she was planning. She had taken me there to be executed.. We got there and she pushed me to the ground and started screaming "WEREWOLF! SOMEBODY HELP THIS CHILD IS A WEREWOLF!" I had never expected her to do that. She showed them my left eye and they knew she was telling the truth. They crowed around me and were yelling at me. I was scared. I wanted to go home... Wait. No. I wanted to escape into the woods. Wherever she was, was not my home. A man with a sword came and held it over me, ready to chop off my head. I closed my eyes and waited... But nothing happened. I heard a man yell "STOP!" and I opened my eyes and saw a young man, maybe only in his early 20's standing in front of me. He had long blonde hair that went in a braid down his back, and he had emerald eyes... He looked like a noble but his personality didn't exactly come off that way. He picked me up and told me that I was safe now. On the way to his carriage, he introduced himself as Jack Vessalius. I told him my name was Katrina but to just call me Kat. I decided to call him Master Jack, though he said he didn't want me to. I didn't care.
About three years later, I went back into the city with Jack. We had walked around for quite sometime until we came across a crowd of people gathering around two boys that looked to be about my age. One of them had black hair and golden eyes, while the other (I assumed them to be brothers) had blonde hair and one gold eye, and one red eye. I knew what that meant. He was a child of ill-omen. So that's why this mob of people is surrounding them... I knew I had to do something. I transformed into my wolf form and ran into the center of the crown and stood in front of them, and growled at the crowd. Hmm... this looks really familiar... The crowd backed off a little and Jack was able to push his way through and drag the boys out of there. I ran after them and we finally made it back to the carriage. I transformed back so I looked human again.
On the ride to the mansion, Jack introduced himself to them, then introduced me. "My name is Gilbert and this is my younger brother, Vincent." Said the black-haired boy. He seemed like he was usually shy, but under the circumstances that we had just saved them, he was willing to speak to us. I wasn't the same. After my mother tried to have me killed, I had become even shyer than before. Once we got to the mansion, Jack sent the two of them to get cleaned up and he cut Vincent's hair away from his right eye, which he had covered up after we rescued him so it would be hidden. Meanwhile, Gilbert and I had to sit in a room alone with each other (Jack had asked me to keep him company while he cut Vincent's hair) We got to know each other, though, and we quickly became friends. I later became friends with Vincent as well. Now there's one thing I hadn't exactly told you about me- I don't like wearing dresses. So I wore boys clothes and was often mistaken for a boy by people who didn't know me very well.