Oh how powerful last names can be. You cant choose your last name you have to given it. It's something you're born into or married into. The man who raised me wasn't my father. He treated me as his own but I knew I wasn't his. His mate, jane, loved me as her son. They didn't tell me I wasn't till I was 12 years old.
I was devastated. You have to know that a 12 year old boy was shocked when the people who he loved told him he wasn't theirs. I didn't know how to react.. My body cringed and my first shift happened. When I was 15 I ran. I left my pack. I hurt my family. I had siblings. I dont care if they weren't blood my family was mine but I had to get away.
I remember my little sister crying hugging me begging me not to leave.. I left anyways. I told her I would be back. I didn't know it would be 6 years later...