


All around the world there are groups of humans that share a likeness with animals, renowned for
their furry appendages, it's believed they descended from the species they share these unique
characteristics with. In modern day society most have come to accept them as normal people,
however there are still places that associate their heritage with witchcraft and devil worship.
Milo doesn't recall much of his childhood before the age of five and there is a very good reason as to
why . The early nineties had been rife with conflict between the Palestinians and Israeli factions, terror
had reared its ugly head and toxic hatred led people to do horrendously evil things.
Having been born into a tribe of Palestinian wolfkin, Milo had been living a quiet life for the majority
of his first five years, and though peaceful people that kept to themselves, those outside of the
settlement were deathly afraid of anything different from themselves. The elders had known it was
only a matter of time before they would begin being targeted by rogue Israeli extremists but they
hadn't anticipated it would happen as suddenly as it did. Within a day, one hundred and thirty four
Wolfkin lost their lives, gathered up and mown down with powerful assault rifles, their homes set
alight and left to burn. Only a handful of people survived the daylight slaughter, either by fleeing into
the dessert or hiding amongst the bodies of the fallen. Milo had been one of three children found
alive, having sustained a gunshot wound beneath his right shoulder blade, he was sent to the nearest
hospital where it was deemed too dangerous to continue living in his home country. Thankfully an
American charity found out about his plight and funded the childs' passage to California where he
was adopted and raised by a kind Palestinian couple who'd also fled the country several years earlier.
Since then, Milo has been on his own, isolated from the few survivors of his pack and haunted by the
screams of his kin , a wall of fire being his last lingering memory.