Standing before Eryn were a great number of people who were members of her kind, at least 30 of them. Suddenly, a shout rose from the sounds of indistinct talking and laughing.
"NORISSA!"
Eryn couldn't tell if the sound was angry or not, but she was leaning toward yes.
"Yes, Father?" Norissa replied, her voice not trembling in the slightest. Oh, so this was Norissa's father. Eryn wondered if Norissa's father was abusive like her mother had been.
"I see you've brought someone new into the pack's den today."
"This is Eryn, sir. She is a werewolf like us."
"But, dearest Norissa, she is so young. I find it hard to believe she is more than-"
"13." Eryn cut him off. "I'm 13 years old."
"Well, then, if you're older than I assumed you were, welcome to the pack."
The pack, whom Eryn didn't notice had gone silent during their conversation, cheered.
"Eryn, Eryn, Eryn!" they chanted.
Eryn struggled to respond to this. She had never gotten this much attention before. She had never even had a name before. And now, just look at her now.
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Little Green Riding Hood
FantasiaAbuse. That's the best way to describe the first 13 years of this girl's life. Unable to tolerate this any longer, she leaves behind the only home and family she has ever known to seek an unclear and misty future. Fortunately, not all hope for her i...
