I didn't choose this life. You could say it choose me. I'm a werewolf but I wasn't turned. I was born this way. You see my mother was a medicine woman and a werewolf. My father was a werewolf. I was born in the woods of Montana. My father was a lone wolf . He went a little crazy when my mother died giving birth to me. He would attack anyone that came close for fear they would take me from him. The Marrok sent Charles ,the only other born werewolf known to exit, to take care of my father. Only after he killed my father and everything was quiet did he hear me crying. He picked me up and took me back to the Marrok. He called the Marrok on his way back.

"Did you take care of the problem?"

"Yes but we have a situation."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

When Charles pulled up to the house the Marrok was waiting. Charles got out of the truck holding a bundle in his arms.

"What is this?"

" This is the situation I was talking about. I found her in the house. I think he was trying to protect her."

"What do you mean protect her."

"He kept saying you're not going to take her."

"I see. Well lets get her inside. I'll call Sam and have him look her over."

It didn't take Sam long to get there. He checked me over.

"She seems to be healthy. I would say she is no more than 4 months old. My question is where is her mother?"

"There was no one else in the house."

"Well someone is going to have to take care of her."

"Who did you have in mind Da?"

"Why not you Sam?"

"I don't know Da."

"You've always wanted a child and she needs someone that will take care of her and love her."

"I guess."

"OK then it's settled then. What are you going to name her?"

"I don't know. How about Phoenix."

"I think that is perfect."

Sam took me home. He cared for me for two weeks not realizing what I really was. It was the day of the full moon and we were at Bran's house. Sam was on the phone finding someone to watch me during the full moon hunt. Bran was holding me.

"She seems a little jumpy and agitated."

"She has been like that all day. I don't know what is wrong with her."

"Maybe she is sensing our emotions."

"Maybe."

Sam held me during the pack meeting. When they were getting ready to change he handed me to the babysitter which was the wife of one of the other wolves. I was sleeping but when she set me in the bassinet I opened my eyes.

"Sam what color are Phee's eyes?"

"Light blue."

"You might want to come look at this!"

Sam came running,

"What's wrong?"

"Her eyes are green."

"What do you mean? No they aren't. They are blue."

He gasped as he looked in the bassinet at me.

"Da come here. I think we might have a problem."

"Why what's going on."

"It's Phee. Her eyes aren't the only thing that has changed. Look at her face."

"This can't be. She's changing. Now it all makes sense. Her mother died to save her and her dad died protecting her."

"What do we do. I can't leave her here."

"I will wait to change til she is done and we will take her on the hunt with us. There is nothing else we can do."

After I was done changing they took a picture of me in my wolf form. Leah said I was a perfect match for Sam because I was pure white too. The only difference was our eyes. Sam never tried to hide my past from me. I always knew that Sam wasn't my real father but that didn't matter to me. In my eyes he was my father and that is all that matters. We lived in Montana til I was 16 then we moved in with Mercy in Tri Cities Washington. It wasn't all bad though because the Alpha of the Tri Cities pack had a daughter my age named Jesse.