"Kali...my beautiful little goddess of destruction, for that is the only name that is suitable for you. The gift to our bloodline...yet also the curse to my blood," says the hooded woman as she kisses the forehead of her child.
The little baby stares at her mother as snow falls, creating a winter abyss around them.
"What a wonderful little werewolf you turned out to be...Isn't that right, sweetie?" she says, rocking back and forth as she clutches her baby to her chest, protecting her from the harsh cold, the harsh world.
Kali squeezes onto her mothers cloak, feeling warmed by her mothers words.
"But of course...your life will be hard this way...so I will give you a chance. Once you find your mate, you will live happily...but face rejection...and it will awaken...wanting to kill all you know," she says, smiling manically.
Kali looks at her mother, confusion plastered across her face.
"Fail to learn to control it...and all your loved ones will die...falling at your feet...my little Goddess of destruction," she says, placing Kali on the doorstep of the large pack house ahead of them.
As the woman backs away from her child, tears stream from its tiny, helpless face. The mother gives the child one last smile, before she is slashed with an invisible sword, and blood is sprayed across the pure snow, tainting the beautiful scenery.
The baby screams, as her mothers body disappears completely, leaving behind nothing but blood, and a child.