The indirect cause of everything that followed

"Everything." he replies with a deep sigh, "You see, all the other werewolf groups had decades to restructure their packs without females and by now, their hierarchies, though cruel, provide stability and security - even if you're at the bottom, you know what to expect and can prepare accordingly.

"My pack, on the other hand, fell into chaos and it couldn't have been a worse time for me. A year before Clan Mother died, I had turned 18 and came here to get measured. But that fuckbrain doctor turned me into an ovulator just because I said his potbelly made him look pregnant even though he was a penetrator. I was a stupid kid by any measure, but that doctor was a piece of work, he gave me a double dose of the drug and wound up making me nearly infertile just as a punishment for the joke. Clan Mother looked after me and helped me through all my failed attempts, making sure no one within or outside of the pack mistreated me. But after a year of trying, I still wasn't pregnant, and that's when it happened. On the anniversary of my change, I had tried and failed to get pregnant again, so I went to Clan Mother's bedroom to talk to her. She was on her bed and looked like she was sleeping, so I lay down next to her and waited for her to wake up... but she never did. She was buried the next morning, and my life changed completely.

"Her funeral was utterly chaotic since we hadn't yet created a hierarchy and no one knew what to do. We order twice as many flowers as we needed, and worst of all, we forgot to get a coffin. Remember that Clan Mother was the last living werewolf female? That meant that clans from far and wide came to pay their respects. Normally, this would be a high honor for our clan, but now, we were a bunch of bumbling fools in front of some of the most powerful packs in the world.

"When they saw how unprepared we were, they sprang into action. Most of the packs just did what they could to set up the area and deal with the flowers, but one pack - the Snow Valley pack, went further. Their leader, Zoran, forced us to accept a coffin he bought, which put us in his debt, and as a reward, he wanted to impregnate every ovulator in our pack. Being utterly disorganized, we were in no position to refuse, so for the next week, we played host to the Snow Valley goons as they ate and drank and despoiled our lands, all the while their sick leader fucked every womb-bearer.

"I was the last to be fucked, so Zoran made a big event out of it, calling it the 'seal of a new alliance'. Really, he just wanted to humiliate my pack through me. That night, he invited not only all the members of our packs, but also several fairy tribes who lived near by to watch this 'momentous occasion'. He put me on a raised platform in the middle of the bright, crowded hall of my pack's mansion and tore my clothes off bit by bit, making sure everyone could see everything. He saved my pants for the end because he wanted everyone to see how small my penis was and make it some kind of metaphorical comment on how weak my pack is. But when he stripped me, he was shocked at how big I was - almost one-and-a-half times his size. In a rage, he threw me on the ground to make sure no one could see my cock, and then fucked me as painfully as he could.

"While this was happening to me, our clans began a brawl, each one trying to claim me as their property. By the time Zoran was done raping me, the fighting had spilled on to the streets and was officially the start of a werewolf war. Zoran followed his people out so he could join the fight, and ordered that I should be captured and taken home with them. But, before they could lay their hands on me, the fairies intervened and took me away."