Things hunt us back home. Monsters, and people who think we're the monsters. But we have our friends who help us, and save us, and then we help and save them too. I don't know how it is in your world, but our packs can have humans in them. It's not just a werewolf thing; it's a loyalty thing. People that we love and would die for.
Our packs could even have were-slugs in them, but mine doesn't because we're not desperate or sad.