Ryan's mother was just a teenager back then.

Her pack lived towards the northern borders.

Even though they didn't have a luxurious life, they weren't lacking in anything.

They drank from the mountain streams, ate from the trees, played and trained around the woods. In short, life seemed quite good.

However, they were a very small tribe. They were easily outnumbered one fine day , when the sun was still shinning bright in the sun.

They tried to resist, but were over powered very very quickly.

The males were immediately butchered and discarded, their heads rolling all over the ground.

The children were taken away to be raised as captives...