I used to live with my mother and father in the wilder territories of Alaska. One day humans working with some mysterious paramilitary organization attacked us. They killed my father, burned our cottage, shot me full of holes, and I don't know what happened to my mother. I just know she was missing when I woke up.

I was five at the time. Timber wolves found me and took me in, keeping me fed and occupied until my extended family tracked me down some months later.

Anyone who ever got too involved with me either ended up dead or traumatized.

I've killed people before.