Hate and Love

Introduction ✅

My name is Levy Quinn. Not many people would know though because, like some others in different packs, I am the pack runt. I'm not usually called by my real name, just hurtful names, but I've gotten used to it. When I was just an infant my biological parents dropped me off at the entrance of this pack house and ran off, quite rude if you ask me.

All they left was a note that read: Take good care of our daughter. She could be very special to you.

Another thing they left was a necklace with a circle and a tornado carved on it. I have worn the necklace since before I can remember and it's probably my only possession worth anything. Seriously, I don't have much of anything other than some essentials.

Since I'm treated as the pack slave I do all the chores around the pack house, and let me tell you that's a lot of chores for one person to do. I never get any help with the chores, and if I do something wrong I get beaten. Sometimes when they beat me they are so brutal I pass out from all the pain.

Though my life has been hell for my seventeen years of living, a massive clump of terribleness, I find a way to make it all change.

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I dedicate this to Winter_Dimonds1329

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This story is in the process of being edited. Any chapter with a ✅ has already been edited. If a chapter with a checkmark happens to have mistakes, if you would be so kind as to point them out so I can fix them, thanks.