There was a reason why her pack did not trust her. She was beaten, quite literally, to understand and accept just why her pack considered her a threat. Always she was to be punished and beaten into submission. Not everyone understood why she was cursed to have a feral mind, but she received the lucky draw of the card. The way they decided to deal with it was to constantly beat her into submission, forcing her to accept the pain and remind her that she deserved it. It was her fault, and hers alone, that she had killed her own Mother. Crime of killing an Alpha was death, but it was her blood that had saved her, because another law kept her alive: killing an Alpha's child. She did not mean to kill the only being that showed her some ounce of love. She had tried to explain to her Father and members of her pack that she didn't understand why she couldn't control her own limbs or why her jaws had decided to crush her jugular. Having a feral mind was an experience that no Were should yield to. She had no control over her actions, trapped to watch what her savage-self had in mind. Always she was beaten, her pack thinking that if they could tame her this way, then when she should change into her unrestrained-self that should they attack her she would submit right then and there without putting anyone in harm. Occasionally it worked, but every now and then, she just couldn't be controlled. At this point in time, she had just recused some innocent woman from being attacked. Killing was the only thing her savage mind could understand that would solve the problem at hand. However, her troubled mind was conflicted. Part of her understood that the woman was the one in danger, but another side of her couldn't help but wonder if she should do it all over again.
There was a trace of a tendril of her own mind struggling to grip control of her massive bear-sized form. Her ebony sleek body would move once towards the woman, grey trimmed ears pointed forward with interest. That cold nose of hers savoring the fear that overwhelmed the poor girl. Fear was something she craved to taste and within this mindset it was not the correct thing she should be sensing. Blue grey eyes would narrow as the girl attempted to calm herself, her hand reaching for the pentacle that hung around her nape. Tilting her head to the side in a curious manner she seemed fixated on the piece of jewelry attempting to piece together just why it was so recognizable. Her own flank carried the same mark within her fur, but at this point in time she could not grasp it. Her head would tilt to the other side this time around while the woman spoke ignoring the gratitude, mostly focused on the inquiry. Staring quietly the wolf would speak with a booming grittily voice reaching the girl's mind.
"Yes."
That this massive creature could respond should be quite shocking. Weres could talk amongst themselves, not with any other creature. Yet she had the capability to do such a thing. As the woman began to reach out towards her, the wolf would slowly lower her scarred face, her cold nose nearly touching the others hand. Could the woman take note that the wolf was deeply abused in her past? It wasn't hard to see, no one needed any sort of magical gift. The evidence was written on her face, but also along her form. Will the witch be capable of understanding that she was deeply disturbed, troubled, and oh so very damaged. Growling softly she would raise her head once more, not wishing for the other to touch her, her gritted voice carrying a soft warning.
"You aren't supposed...to be here."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven