When I was little I was beaten by my dad at least once a week. He's a drunk, does dip (tobacco), and didn't have a job. I cry when nobody's looking. Do you know that? Do you? Of course you don't. I'm now twelve years old. My dad started beating me when I was two, and told me to never tell anyone. Do you want to know what happened?

My names Casey. Just found out about this werewolf crap. My dad was shot by a member of the Black Luna pack. I'm the last member of the White Luna pack. Also I have only one friend I can trust... Nalia. My Wolf.