A pocket of humanity survive the undead times as something beyond human. The remnants of victors from another apocalypse, ages ago. Clementine is one of them, as was Christa, and is A.J. And she desperately wants A.J's humanity intact, because as for her own, it's slipping. [While this is a werewolf AU, and A/B/O by extension, I...don't follow the rules. At all. This fic is its own thing. The werewolves in this fic are "werewolves" within the context of the universe, but not with the characteristics of our typical werewolves. Yes, what I'm saying is there's no big wolf humans here. Just humans with dynamics, and certain abilities, and most definitely with violent tendencies. Lol.]