"We will hide no more, if we find wolves we will aid them in keeping them free. Those that are within the Facility will be our next task. We won't be enslaved anymore. If the Humans want a fight, we'll give them one hell of a battle."
Name: Tyra Hallowell
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Tyra has a temper on her, she's normally quiet but isn't afraid to speak her mind when it counts, she's also caring, kind and goofy at times. She helps everyone within her Pack, even though she's the Alpha she still loves to help her Betas and pups when she can, she has a childlike side to her that only her family ever get a chance to see. She places a mask on when she's forced to go into the public. When she's out she offers short, clipped sentences and an emotionless expression fitted on her pale face, she'd rather spend time with her family. She used to have a cousin she looked up to, until she found out he'd been captured, she works hard to find him.
History: Tyra was always one who could be found on the study of her childhood home, books piled around her and a pencil between her lips, or over with her cousin Cain at his house when she was allowed to go. She was never one to start interaction with others, preferring her silence instead. When her fifteenth birthday came around her family were already beginning to pack their belongings, Tyra found out the next day after finding only her Grandmother instead of her aunts, cousins and uncles, in the dining room eating alone. They'd left however not before telling her Grandmother that they'd be in touch and to take care of one another.
It was three years later when things went to hell, she'd been out running when she sensed something was wrong, she ran home and found no one inside. The scents of Humans filled the air and Tyra paused before she left to head back into the forest.
It was the news channel, it was repeating the old story of the young pup that had lost control, however something seemed off. The camera shifted to show a building, arms guards standing outside the front doors as black and gray SUV's pulled up to the front and opened their back doors.
Hunting day has started. Werewolf Packs are to give themselves up peacefully. We wish no harm.
Tyra had bolted and left her childhood home behind, her Grandmother no longer there to keep her company, she only reached the boarder of her home before the pain hit. Her vision blurred as her shift took over. She could feel it even before she blacked out, she had been granted the Alpha title...her Grandmother had it...she whined softly before darkness took her. She's been Alpha for nine years now.
Rank within the Pack: Alpha Female
Pups: 2 little girls, ages 3 and 5
Relationships: Besides her husband and children and her cousin.
Name: Tyra Hallowell
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Tyra has a temper on her, she's normally quiet but isn't afraid to speak her mind when it counts, she's also caring, kind and goofy at times. She helps everyone within her Pack, even though she's the Alpha she still loves to help her Betas and pups when she can, she has a childlike side to her that only her family ever get a chance to see. She places a mask on when she's forced to go into the public. When she's out she offers short, clipped sentences and an emotionless expression fitted on her pale face, she'd rather spend time with her family. She used to have a cousin she looked up to, until she found out he'd been captured, she works hard to find him.
History: Tyra was always one who could be found on the study of her childhood home, books piled around her and a pencil between her lips, or over with her cousin Cain at his house when she was allowed to go. She was never one to start interaction with others, preferring her silence instead. When her fifteenth birthday came around her family were already beginning to pack their belongings, Tyra found out the next day after finding only her Grandmother instead of her aunts, cousins and uncles, in the dining room eating alone. They'd left however not before telling her Grandmother that they'd be in touch and to take care of one another.
It was three years later when things went to hell, she'd been out running when she sensed something was wrong, she ran home and found no one inside. The scents of Humans filled the air and Tyra paused before she left to head back into the forest.
It was the news channel, it was repeating the old story of the young pup that had lost control, however something seemed off. The camera shifted to show a building, arms guards standing outside the front doors as black and gray SUV's pulled up to the front and opened their back doors.
Hunting day has started. Werewolf Packs are to give themselves up peacefully. We wish no harm.
Tyra had bolted and left her childhood home behind, her Grandmother no longer there to keep her company, she only reached the boarder of her home before the pain hit. Her vision blurred as her shift took over. She could feel it even before she blacked out, she had been granted the Alpha title...her Grandmother had it...she whined softly before darkness took her. She's been Alpha for nine years now.
Rank within the Pack: Alpha Female
Pups: 2 little girls, ages 3 and 5
Relationships: Besides her husband and children and her cousin.