Maya often thought that shifting into a wolf was the only thing that made her a werewolf. She had a timid character and a small body since birth. When she was eighteen years old, she was merely 5 feet and 2 inches tall. It did not surprise her when her wolf was also small with average strength.
Her family members and good friends all told her that she was special in her own way. And that she was really cute. Not all werewolves had to be big and buff.
Maya always forced herself to smile and agree with them because she knew that they said it out of love. Truthfully she believed that she was useless. If a war happened, then she would not be able to contribute. If anything, she would be a burden.
These negative thoughts corrupted her mind day by day, until one day it became too suffocating to stay within her pack.