Shane Newmoon was, or is, depending upon if you asked her father or not, a member of the Fortune Falls Pack. Her father the Alpha, was well known for taking in the Forgotten and abandoned of other packs, orphans, from all species of Shifter. Though they were predominately, Wolves and Werewolves. She’d grown up in the large home in the woods, somewhere in the mountains, hidden from prying eyes. But the humans expanded fast and far, they encroached on pack territory. If it had not been for her mother’s magic, one of the many Witches who had helped hide them, the place would have long ago been found and torched. The humans just did not seem to fully understand their kind, running on fear, so they had all drifted off into legend and myth.<br/><br/>But it had always been the appeal and lure of the cities that got to Shane. As soon as she could explore, she was, and found many small towns and cities surrounding them to get lost in. Or on one of her many sent away training trips, curtesy of her father. She was drawn to the bars, to the night life and excitement. Hard as her father tried, he could not seem to find out how to keep her away. She just knew how to raise a bit of hell, how to get around his protection detail and rules. She didn’t like his way of doing things, his way of keeping her safe.<br/><br/>At eighteen, Shane had walked away with what little she had, and abandoned the pack for what she could only hope, would be something far better. She took up the title of a lone wolf, and set off to find the great city, the one she only heard in whispered telling’s of new pack arrivals and from the places her father had sent her. The Clay City, a place all its own, hidden on the edge of a human city. She felt drawn to it, a place one could practically get anywhere. Like other realms. And that intrigued her, peeked her curiosity and called out to her for adventure. Not to mention that she might just be able to find a full Witch there to teach and train her in her own magical abilities. So the young werewolf set out to find it.<br/><br/>What Shane had not been ready for, was how long it had taken her to find the damned place. She felt like she had chased her tail around for days on end, before running away from a rather angry and curious set of Vampires had caused her tumble upon it, tripping through its barrier and granting her the protection of its laws. No Half-blood, of any species, shifter, or race, was allowed to hunted or harmed. She stuck her tongue out at them childishly before setting off at a happy trot to find a safe place to bed down. Coming across a hotel close to the city centre, a place called Waldore’s, she booked a room and was disappointed her limited budget left her with one on the first floor. But it was a place none the less, so as soon as she was comfortable in the room, being that her clothes never quite found place in drawers, but scattered about the floor and furniture, she picked what she deemed her best and set out to explore the large city in search of a Witch or somewhere that offered Magical training. Of course, that wasn’t the case for the mischievous teen and it had not taken her long to instead find all the bars, in a manner of three days, before finally finding her favourite, one that was wonderfully abuzz with life and music. As well as a number of shifters and half-breeds of some varying kinds. The place was called Tarder’s Gate.<br/><br/>Shane got there early that night, as it was opening. With some charm, and what she could only assume was some of her own magical energy, since she was not so scantily dressed, she got in ahead of the line and made a beeline for the bar, despite that the music was already loud and vibrating the walls. She was young, but knew what she wanted. “Whiskey naked, short glass filled half way… No, wait, fill it up. I wanna feel a buzz before I hit that floor.” She said with a sweet smile to whoever it was behind the bar. Some shifter, she didn’t care to try and scent it out, the place was already starting to fill up. When she got her drink, she took some time with it, savouring it before she order her half glass and downed it before finally heading out onto the floor to dance among the others. She lost herself in the music, among the small group of Wolf shifter’s she’d managed to squeeze herself among. They must have been from a pack, but out for a good time, but they let her mingle among them, protecting her as other types of shifter’s and species brought her drinks. She was always careful to smell it first, make sure it was safe before powering them down and handing the empty glass back. She’d had her eyes on a pretty little thing, cute little shifter with curves in the right places. And she was about to make her move, when she felt like someone, or something was inspecting her. She tried to ignore it.