Angel's genes - woken in Now

It was dark.
Wheezy breath broke through the silence. It sounded as if somebody had been pulled shortly before the drowning from the water. They came from a person. From me.
But who I am? I do not know it. Now I live. Before it there is not a life. And thus it has started. But where does one start, in a world of werewolves, love and horrific experiments? Where does one start whom one has no past to which one can hold on? I also want to find out it, you?