Finding My Way

Jack, or Jack Frost as he's been called for as long as he can remember, has only known how to do one thing in his life. How to be a good dog! Living as a pet for an orphanage caretaker since he was just a pup, Jack has only ever known the love as a family pet for many orphaned children who have come and gone over the years. As far as anyone knew, Jack was a dog with the way he acted. Some thought he was trained though he couldn't fathom why. He only alerted the caretaker when the baby needed a diaper change, automatically stopped the children from fighting, played with the children, let them take him on walks, help clean up toys and messes, and help but the children to bed every night and make sure they get up on time for school. You know, normal dog stuff. Except Jack is not a dog. At least, not an actual dog breed but a wolf. Werewolf to be specific though he didn't shift often. Just once a month so his human form can stretch out and get himself some decent food instead of the dog food he's given. Other than sometimes getting his fur pulled and the occasional scare on his shift day when someone suddenly leaves their rooms for one reason or another, life was great for the teenage canine. That is... until they move to a new town. New house, new neighbors, and more "dog's" around making life a little more difficult for Jack. So what happens when he finds out what mates are the tough way?