Hey my name is Storm Dreyer. I'm 24 years old and I'm a werewolf. I know my name sounds weird but my name is unique just like me I guess so I didn't want to change it.
My parents were in charge of Blood Crow pack. That was until my mother died giving birth to me. My father hated me everyday because of it. I never meant for it to happen.
My mother was apparently very special. People in the pack told me that she was something called a Banshee werewolf. I have no clue what it was but apparently she had more than one power. I guess it would explain my powers. I have the ability to manipulate storms, I can do anything with ice, I can teleport, and I can regenerate. Which means that I can heal faster than others.
Since my father hated me for it, I was treated terribly. I was beaten constantly for the smallest things I did wrong. It wasn't until I was 14 years old, when he commanded people from the pack to tie me up and beat me to the point of dying.
As I was getting beaten, a little girl who looked to be about ten years old carrying a bookbag and holding some kind of doll happened to be passing by. She saw them beating me and started to take action.
Even though she was just a little girl, she beat them all up and untied me. I looked at the little girl and she had dark black hair with light purple eyes.
I told her thank you and she gave me her cat like doll and said it would keep me safe and then she left. I looked at the tag that was on the doll and it said a name. It said Athena. I owe my life to her.
After the encounter with Athena, I roamed around for a couple of days. I didn't eat or sleep. I just kept walking until a man found me. He took me in and raised me.
It turned out he was a Sergeant Major in the Army. So I ended up growing up as an army brat and had to stay at the base with him. Since Army life is what I grew up with, I ended up joining the army. It didn't take me long to earn the title of Sergeant. However after a while of being there, I decided to go back to Guenivere and actually start a life on my own.