The Lone Wolf: A Porsha x Oc fanfiction

Prologue

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It was a dull Wednesday afternoon in Miami, Florida. My parents were still off fighting in the war, I remember the somber goodbyes I would be forced to say after every Christmas. I was simply lounging around my room, scrolling through Twitter like any normal teenager with nothing else to do, until I heard a knock on the door. I reluctantly rolled out of bed, grabbed my scythe and went downstairs to answer it. When I opened the door, what greeted me was a wolf, seemingly in his early twenties, with a somber expression on his face, I assumed this wasn't good news.

"Can I help you?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe. The soldier opened his mouth to speak but couldn't find the words. 

"Your parents were..." he started, still struggling for words, "killed in action..." Those words rang in my ears over and over again. My parents, killed in action, I was awestruck. Seeing the tears slowly running down my teal and black furred cheeks, he walked into the house with me, closing the door behind him. He sat on the couch and set me on his lap, sympathetically caressing my fur, we both shared a somber nuzzle. He was Captain of the Battalion my parents were in, they needed reinforcements in Afghan, and he reluctantly decided to send my parent's battalion, said it was a direct order from his boss. We cuddled on the couch with me in his lap until he said he had to go. Fortunately, I did get his phone number if I ever needed someone to talk to, he said his name was..."Jet". I decided to take my hoodie and scythe and leave.

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It's been six years since my parent's death, I haven't really been the same since then. Like a part of me was missing, even though my parents were gone most of my life. I wandered the streets aimlessly, still thinking about my parents, feeling guilty for some reason. I walked the cold winter streets until I came upon a tall building next to a convenience store and a mall. It looked to be a local theater, I supposed I could rest in here, it was a bit late for performances, so I decided to just waltz in and sleep in the corner by the door.