Fifteen years later...
Zaka sat in a tree watching the nearby pack interact with each other. Since the explosion of power that was the end of the sufferer many years ago, she jumped around the world not sure where to live her life and call home. However, after years of traveling and seeing the remains of the world that was once the modern world, she returned to what used to be the United States and travelled around, trying to find her place.
She made friends along the way, of course. The centaurs were friendly, but disliked her because of her wings. She enjoyed flying along them, especially her friend Alaska who did not mind her hanging out with them. However, after a couple of months, she grew restless and moved on, promising her dark and intelligent friend that she would return.
The dragons were nice too. They accepted her flying around them, but she got tired of recovering from the random burns when they got spooked or too excited. She stayed with them shortly.
Zaka found the packs of weres to be the best match for her. Her own fellow sufferers were annoying and assholes most of the time, so she did not bother hanging out with them. Since the incident, roughly fifteen years ago with the large sufferer trying to take slaves, she never fit in with them.
All she remembered from that night was the green eyes of the midnight black pup that she caught eyes with before she exploded in a ball of light. A connection was formed during that explosion and she was not sure what to think about it.
While other creatures had random family units and sometimes lived distantly apart, the weres were warm and loving. They always took care of their young and raised large families. They mourned the dead and found love and happiness. Plus some packs didn't mind her dropping from the sky randomly for dinner.
One pack was her favorite, the McCloud clan. They always set a place for her just in case she dropped by. There was a running joke that she looked for her spot before diving now since she managed to once dive and land in her seat perfectly from 300 feet plus. Now it was expected for her to try every time. The young pups were wonderful and amazed by her wings, always following her around and shrieking when she would grab one and fly off, pretending to eat them.
She got along with everyone. The women liked her for her artistic side while she was a good hunter with the men. However, there was only one awkward spot in the group: him.
He was in line to become the next alpha of the group, meaning he was always busy and learning. All the single girls tried to get his attention but he was stuck on her. The deep wanting look in his eyes was too much when she saw him, so she avoided him at all costs. It seemed to be a game to him. He always took time to find her and stare. The pack was used to it.
He was there to see her legendary explosion of light. While everyone else felt warmth and general happiness, he felt something else. He told her told her to age eight that he loved her and would mate with her. She laughed it off as a childhood thing.