Spencer was a runt. The small weak little werewolf that couldn’t do anything special. Spencer was born into one of the toughest, oldest, and wiset tribes in all of Albania. Not to mention one of the most respected. Her parents were very low on the social ladder. Her father was one of the best hunters ever, but her mother almost always threw him off balance with her constant need. You see, Paula had a habit of getting lost, sometimes she’d wander off for days, and who’d have to look for her? That’s right, Arthur did, so who was going to look after their 15 children? That’s right. The children had to fend for themselves, they’d have to keep up with their moving family and gather their own food. It was all good for a while, but then Paula had another litter. All of them died, except for Spencer, much to the dismay of the tribal elders. Spencer was no bigger than her father’s pawprint. She had a big bushy sand colored tail and her eyes were to bright. But none the less, her bothers and sister loved her. So did her parents. But Spencer proved to be what the elders knew she would be, a troublesome little bundle. She lived out most of her life without friends because of this. Spencer was always hungry. She’d cry for food almost once every hour of the day, she’d bite the fleas off of her back and give them to her brothers, who’d pass it on to the rest of the tribe, giving everybody a terrible case of stopping to itch all day, whenever they’d stop for a drink of water, Spencer would almost always fall in trying to catch a fish, causin her father to dip his head in and pull her out by the scruff of her neck, she’d wake up at night to howl to foreign werewolves making the newborns cry, and last but not least, she associated with vampires. If there is one thing you NEVER EVER do, it’s communicate with a vampire. Spencer was taught this early on in her life. Vampires and werewolves do not get along. No question. Spencer was14 years old when she made her first journey to Transylvania. They were all in a hurry to get passed it because it was home to their enemies. They only stayed there for one night. It was extremely dark, Spencer was in her human form, it was way to hard to sleep as a wolf, she didn’t understand how everyone did it but her. Anyway, she was curled up in a mass of furry bodies when she heard the ground rumble beneath her. It was gentle, not agitating like when Madison would run up on her and tackle her to the ground. Spencer decided to get up and find out who it was. As soon as she moved Aiden’s big body of of her, he woke up. She ignored his golden eyed stare and walked towards the source of the vibration. Aiden got on all fours and began to follow her. She turned around for a second.