New York. Apr 21 2014, 6:00 a.m.<br/><br/>The city that never sleeps. The city where you can find people from all around the world. Many languages, backgrounds, skin colors, ideas. Many breeds, as well. Yes, breeds. You didn't think there were only humans in such a big and diverse city, now did you? No. There's much more than good old mankind roaming the streets of New York. Things you thought weren't real. Werewolves. And even vampires.<br/><br/>Even among werewolves, there are distinctions. The first and easiest one is between the good and the bad ones. The lines on that may be a little blurred from the outside. But from the inside, it's easy to know those who have the mark of corruption, and those who don't. Unfortunately for the ones who try to do the right thing, the other side knows how to attract more and more werewolves into their ranks.<br/><br/>Those who are not attract may feel they're fighting a lost battle. Yet, they still go on. And there is one thing that keeps them on their feet. The pack. The pack is the most basic unity of the werewolf society. It's like a family, and then some. A werewolf without a pack is a less than complete one. But luckily for most of them, their instinct leads them to gathering in packs fairly easily. As in most families, getting along is not always easy. But it's still better than being alone.<br/><br/>In a small and somewhat crammed apartment in an apparently normal neighborhood, there lived one of those small units. Not of them necessarily lived there, but their meetings to talk about important matters or just share a meal and chill together were all held in there. The apartment had two small bedrooms and a small terrace, and each pack member had a key or his/her own. Mackenzie - the Beta and only girl in the pack - lived permanently there, since it was just ten minutes away from her car repair shop. In living there and in being the only woman - this part she hated to admit - Mack usually kept the pantry stocked and cooked for whoever was staying around.<br/><br/>As usual, Mackenzie was out of bed very early, even though half of her nights were cut short by nightmares. The girl was used to it already. Whoever was inside at the moment would probably be greeted with the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon, and cigarette smoke. And by the girl's voice a few minutes later. "Breakfast's ready!"