While trying to escape the carnage that suddenly ambushed my and my sister's new home, I'd cut my foot on something, so I change into wolf form hoping that the quick healing will help so we can escape before the other wolves come after us. Death and carnage always followed Wren and me because we weren't 'natural.' We were a 'bizarre twist of nature.' It wasn't my or Wren's fault that we were born with the ability to take on a wolf's skin at night. Wren and I have no control over what we are.