''So you must be the new messenger,'' I heard a familiar sinister voice and opened my eyes to see Typhon, talking to another version of myself.
The other version had red eyes like last time.
Artemis.
I stared at this Typhon as he looked more deadly and crazy even though this was a dream.
'or memory,' I thought because this feels vivid.
His hand, in a choking position, toward Artemis, as She was struggling in the air.
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SACRED REJECT
WerewolfTHEY REJECTED ME and I BECAME SACRED. If only that night didn't come, maybe my family will love me again, maybe I won't see hate and disgust in my parents' eyes, maybe my brother and I will become inseparable again, maybe my sister won't become a b...
