Jane Rizzoli was born in 1976. She was the first child of Frank and Angela Rizzoli, a couple who resided in the blue collar Italian district of Boston. From the womb, there was something different about Jane. Growing up, she was more prone to playing sports with the neighborhood boys instead of having tea parties with the girls. Once she was past the chubby stage of child development, she grew into the athlete that all the boys envied. She was unusually faster and stronger than them. No one knew why. And if they did, they were not talking.

A week after her 15th birthday, she came home to find her 12 Year old brother Frankie with his head in the freezer, pulling out a bag of peas. He did not see his sister enter the kitchen. His lip was split and his eye black.

"Frankie, what the hell happened to you?" she asked, rushing to examine his face. He winced as her fingers came in contact with his bruised skin. He pushed her prying hands away.

"It's nothing, Jane. Drop it, please."

"No." Her anger grew as his eyes pleaded with her. ''The only thing I'm gonna drop is the person who did this. Who was it? Was it Dante Mason?"

Frankie shook his head.

"Was it Big Mike?''

Again, he shook his head,

"Was it Joey Grant?"

This time, there was no response. That was answer enough for Jane.

"It was Grant?" She paced angrily in front of him. "Who the hell does he think he is? I'm gonna kick his ass straight into next week."

The front door slammed and they both turned to face their mother. Angela Rizzoli looked at her children: Frankie with a black eye and Jane seconds from killing someone.

"Oh! What the heck happened?"

"Nothing, Ma." The Siblings said in unison, the response practiced over many years.

"Nothing? Frankie, you have a black eye and Janie looks like she's about to kill someone." She froze at her last statement. She looked at her eldest and signed. It was time. "Jane, go to your room, I need to speak with you. Now!"

The dark haired teenager looked at her mother strangely, but followed her directions. She sat on her pink canopy bed and stared at her ceiling fan. A few moments later, there was an apprehensive knock at her door.

"Janie?'' Her mother called tom behind the wooden door.

"Come in, Ma." She proceeded to walk into the room, stepping over various items on the floor. She sat next to her child. For once, she was at a loss for words. There was no good way to explain this to her daughter.

"Jane, you know you're a very special girl, right?"

''Yeah.''

"And, you know your body goes through certain charges..."

"Ma, I think it's a little late for the period talk," Jane pointed out sarcastically.

''Be serious, Jane. This is not the period talk." She said sternly,

"Is this the sex talk? Because that would be gross. I don't want to talk about sex, especially with my mother."

"Don't be such a prude. It is fine to talk about sex, but this is not that talk. Look, Jane, our family, we're different, we aren't like most people. You know how you and your brothers like to watch those movies about werewolves and witches and vampires? Well... there is no easy way to put it. Those things, they're real-There is some truth to those stories." When Angela recited no verbal recognition from Jane, she continued." Our ancestors, they were cursed. They were forced to turn into animals to protect the mortals that they hid among. Vampires, witches, werewolves, they're real. They live among normal people. They're businessmen and chefs and teachers and senators. Our family, we're werewolves. It is our responsibility to protect those who cannot protect themselves. We protect the existence of the supernatural from the human world. You're 15 now. The curse is activated when you turn 15. It is time you join your family and took your birth right. Frankie and Tommy don't know and they can't until the time is right. I know this is a lot but do you understand everything I've told you?''

Jane sat up in bed and stared at her mother. Angela tried to read her daughter's expression, but she'd long ago learned to school her emotions. Dark brown eyes wandered in thought.

"Ma, is this some sort of joke? You can't seriously want me to believe that werewolves and witches and vampires are real. ''Jane said finally, the pure shock in her voice evident. She is right, Angela admitted to herself. Her reaction was not far from Jane's when her mother told her all those years ago.

"You have to believe me, Jane. I'm telling you the truth. "She pleaded with her daughter.

Jane shook her head in disbelief and stood.

"I don't have time for all of your crazy right now, Ma. I'm going out. I'll be back for dinner. "With that said, Jane left the room and the house. Angela sighed. If only her daughter weren't stubborn as an ox.

Jane stormed down the street. She walked north for blocks until she was by the arcade. As she turned the corner, Joey Grant stepped out of the bodega. Her previous anger flared up again. Grant hadn't seen her yet.

"Yo, Grant, I got a bone to pick with you." The teenage boy turned at the sound of her voice. As soon as he connected a voice with a face, he dashed down the block, turning into next alley in the hope of losing her over the fence. Jane ran after him when she realized he was going to run. She caught up him faster than most girls would. Joey reached for the fence but she yanked the back of his shirt and pulled him to the ground. He managed to scramble to his feet as she gripped the front his shirt and slammed him into the wall.

"Let me go, Rizzoli!" He barked, wrestling unsuccessfully against her superior strength.

"Do you enjoy it?"

''What?''

''Beating the crap out of kids that are smaller than you.'' She seethed at the thought of her little brother. Grant would pay for what he did. No one messed with a Rizzoli and got away with it.

''Aw, Big Bad Rolly Polly Rizzoli has come to defend her bitch ass little brother." He mocked, even though he was in no position to. This only enraged her more.

''Don't play with me. Grant. I'll knock you in to next fucking week. Don't push me. Where is Frankie's money?" He stared her down in defiance. The shit eating grin on his face made her blood boil.

"Answer me.'' She slammed his back into the wall hard, his head hitting against the brick with a bang. The impact broke skin, bringing blood to the surface. The metal scent hit Jane hard. It smelt sweet. She smelt fear. The aroma was intoxicating. She leaned in and inhaled the scent. Joey looked at her like she was crazy.

"Let go of me, bitch!" He looked into her eyes and his blood pressure spike. Eyes black as night stared into his soul. What he saw was not human. It was something much worse. "What the fuck? What the hell are you?"

Unknown to Jane, she'd begun the process of her first transformation. It was the most painful transformation. Bones morphed and were altered to the first time. Sharp teeth grew in place of canines, incisors, and molars. Ears grew fort and pointed. Each transformation was different. For Jane, the thing that made her transform was anger and blood lust. There was no control in the process. It was as natural as it could get.

Joey moved as far from Jane as he could. She still blocked his path and he was too scared to climb the fence.

The echo of the snapping of her vertebra cursed him to empty his stomach onto the asphalt. She let out a soul shuttering wail. Her leg bones crunched, the bones breaking and reforming into the hind legs of a wolf.

Angela arrived just in time to catch her falling daughter. Jane was caught between her wolf and human form. Her legs were partially transformed; thick, black for covering ports of her body. The pain was no man. She breathed heavily in her uncurious state. Running her hands through Jane's black mane, she looked up at a terrified Joey Grant. The young man was scored out of his wit. "Go home, Joey. Don't repeat what happened here to anyone."She told him. He moved to run but Jane coming to distracted his exit.

"Ma, what's happening to me?" She asked weakly. Her vision was blurred but she flinched when she raised her hands and found huge, sharp claws. "Were you telling the truth?"

''I was, baby. You're a were." Angela told her daughter softly, taking the whimpering were-child in her arms.

Joey watched the exchange between mother and daughter. He was scared and confused. When he heard the word "were," his mind pieced together everything.

"You're a werewolf, Rizzoli'? That's rich. Just wait until everyone hears that Rolly Polly Rizzoli is a dirty mutt. ''He sneered, intent on kicking her when she was down. The sound of Grant's voice caused the beast inside of Jane to flare up. She pulled away from her mother and pounced on Joey. His back hit the wall. Leaning in, face-to-face, she barred two rows of sharp teeth. A low, predatory growl rounded up the back of her throat. Joey shut his eyes tight.

"What's wrong, Grant? Not so high and mighty any more, are you?" She leered. She raised a black paw to his face, tall talons breaking the flesh of his neck. She inhaled the smell of freshly drawn blood. She moved to grab his neck but a more powerful strength took her hand.

''Don't, Jane. He's not worth it." Her mother's soothing voice cooed. Her mother gave off an air of strength and power that she'd never realized existed. Her mother seemed like a different woman to her right now. She let him go as he dropped to the ground in a sniveling pile of crap. "I need you to calm down. You need to stop your transformation.'' The sound of mother's voice has more of an affect than most people realize. It is one of the first sounds you hear in the womb. It is your safe place. The affect it has on a new wolf is profound and not fully understood.

Jane did as she was told, not wanting to test the waters of her new found information just yet. Slowly, she paced her breathing and forced her heart to slow. Her body returned to normal after moments of pain where her bones reverted back to their human state. She looked at her mother expectantly. Her eyes were tired and scared. It was only the beginning for her. Angela sighed.

"Let's go home, honey."