The change from a vampire to a werewolf took a few months. One could only wonder what happened to the initiator since he had taken in a fair amount of her blood.
One thing that she noticed was that while her senses were razor sharp as a vampire, they seemed to be more refined. Colors of the day and everything in general looked to be more sharp and vibrant, scents were more distinct, touch became extremely sensitive, hearing was multiplied exponentially, her taste buds were able to pick out more varied flavors, and that sixth sense of hers kicked into overdrive. That last one was what irked her the most.
What she remembered distinctly about being a werewolf was that her emotions generally got the better of her. While she was one, she was less reserved and restrained. A lot less. One might think that she would have retained that, but she, to this day, fights tooth and nail against being such a free spirit.
Lone wolves are usually looked down upon by other werewolves because they have pack mentality. Unfortunately, that meant that even applied to Tsuki, as she soon found herself being surrounded by other shifters, wolves in particular. It seemed that she was looking for a place to call home and people to call her family. At the time, she felt that it would be best for her to stay away from others considering how the last venture turned out -- her as a little wolf.
Eventually, and it happened none too soon to her losing her mind, she did manage to make a little home for herself in the pack of Wars (pronounced: war-sh). Strangely, the name of the pack was quite fitting as they were often at war with other wolf packs over territory and such. When she had been a vampire, she had learned just enough in martial arts to defend herself from someone who may have wanted to do her harm. In this new world, she was consumed by it. Her small stature made for a perfect deception, in terms of werewolves. Most of the other females were much taller and thicker than her, the males even moreso. Basically, it was the World of the Warrior that she lived in, and she had to adjust accordingly. Fighting, however, was instinctual -- all that was needed was a little bit of fine tuning, which was well given.
This pack had a very strict heirarchy, to which, because she was turned instead of born, put her at the lowest post possible. The fact that she had previously been a vampire held no sway with them, not that it particularly mattered to her anyway. She may as well have been a live in maid. She cooked, cleaned, and even held a side job to pay the pack. The Wars had a relatively successful business, a corporation actually, but only very little money was taken from the company to sustain the packlands on which nearly everyone lived. The rest of the upkeep, food, and entertainment came from the wolves own pockets.
Werewolf, as she lived and breathed then. A long time passed before she thought to work her way up the totem. After all, it had never really crossed her mind to become the Alpha Bitch, as one might put it. Even then, it was just a thought.
Aggressive was not a strong enough word to describe the pack members of Wars. While they were indeed a tight knit pack, that did not mean that there wasn't squabbling -- especially to climb the ranks. Also, despite the fact that Tsuki never made waves and had been content to just live out the rest of her days at the bottom, there were those that felt the need to pick on her and try to make things difficult on her end just because she was down there. Oh, then there were the others who just felt obligated to take a swipe at her just to see what she would do. Those were the most annoying in her eyes.
It was during one of those occasions that something in her head just snapped. Perhaps it was because she was holding back all of her own aggression. Aggression paired with irritation by insignificant creatures that dared think themselves better than her. The rank of the wolf who decided to take a bite out of her -- literally -- was Beta, and it was a female. For the life of her, she can't remember what her name was, but it's unimportant.
Once that bitch had clamped her jaws around Tsuki's ankle, the quiet and dutiful werewolf ceased to exist. Even though it pained her a little to put weight on the foot with the attached animal, she had no choice. After she planted that foot to the floor, the other one whipped back then flew forward right into the chest of the wolf. There was the sickening yet satisfying feeling of her foot sinking into the flesh and breaking several ribs and cracking the sternum. The thing released her ankle and flew down the hallway from the sheer force. She didn't hear anything over the roaring of blood in her ears. Not the loud yelp, the bone crunching and cracking, not the whining, and certainly not the stampede of feet coming in her direction.
When they arrived she was staring at a wounded wolf growling like a feral thing. She had made no movement to help or hurt since it landed, and it was going to stay that way. There were a few weres around who considered that Beta to be a close friend of theirs. And that only brought about more fighting. In turn, it brought about more wounded wolves -- a few dead ones, too. The more they came at her, the angrier she became. The fact of the matter was that she, just a speck of nothing, breezed through all of these hardened warriors, without so much as a broken bone.
Someone must have finally thought to bring the males into the situation because the females started backing away; they must have thought that their mates would protect them. However, there was little more to do since the males were wary of attacking a female, and she did not make any moves until she was attacked first. That was only found out by them when an impetuous younger male decided to take a chance. Apparently, he must have thought that she was weaker than them since she was smaller. No. This little thing was dynamite. By the way, it is worth mentioning that he died quickly, as did his bitch.
Eventually, the little event must have caught the attention of the Alphas, or at least someone brought them into it, because they managed to make a little appearance. The sight of damaged and dead breathren did not sit well with them. However, it was agreed that she would be useful to them seeing as how she managed to take down several wolves, about a third of them in half-shifted state.
Many were displeased with the Alphas' decision to keep her, but under supervision, and made no attempt to hide it.
They [the Alphas] intended to use her as a sort of secret weapon. After all, no one knew she had the strength that she did, no one knew what her wolf looked like, no one knew much of anything about her. That was where they made their mistake.
She didn't like being used, unless she could get something out of it. There was nothing to be gotten here. Not for her, not for them, not for anyone. For their mistake, she would do as asked, but when the key moment came, she would drop the mountains on them. And they would be destroyed. Vindictive little thing, isn't she?
Months later, when they were in the midst of a rather bloody skirmish with the next territory over, her job was to protect the Alpha couple. Yeah, right.
It looked to be that they would win, but what they didn't anticipate was an ambush. The three of them versus about eleven of the others. Of course, Tsuki pretended to be protecting the Alphas, but when she opposing pack brought her far enough away from them and were attacking her, she took this as an invitation to start throwing them as close to the Alpha and the Alpha Bitch as possible. With a better opponent, their attention immediately turned to the two who were fighting for their lives.
That gave her the opportunity to slip away relatively unnoticed.
She was away from the pack. She was still low on the totem pole. But she wasn't going to be for long.