Being a werewolf in a human family was bad enough without the daily abuse heaped on my head simply because I was "different". And that didn't include the bullying I suffered at school for being a "freak". No one lifted a finger, and no one seemed to give two shits, leaving me to muddle my way through, hoping I'd still have all my limbs and teeth intact by the end of the day. 

Then I was caught up in a bank robbery, and my life changed drastically. Some would call it Stockholm syndrome, but I called it a chance to finally get away from all the bullshit inflicted on me simply because I was different to everyone else. 

Until my parents got wind of how happy I was away from under their thumb.