Prologue

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         "Do you understand me?" He asks. I nod. "So you speak English, correct?" I nod. I had just been running away from the pack when I ran into him. "My name is Alic." I nod. "You can trust me." He said opening the door to the red limousine. 'No I can't. You will be just like everyone else. Either on your own, or forced by the rumors.' I nod and slowly climb in.

       I watch him go around to the other side. I notice there is a driver up front huffing. He probably was huffing in disgust of me. "Seatbelt." The driver growled and so I buckled it up, not wanting to piss of a big wolf.

       The driver starts flying down the road without another word. Alic poured me a drink and I shook my head. He pushed the drink closer so I knew I would have no choice unless I wanted to be either beaten to a pulp, or locked in a dungeon to never shift or see the sunlight again. Both sound equally awful. I take the cup and take a tiny sip. I hand it back to him and look out the window. I see the same familiar forest fly by. Everything I know gone. The memories of my parents are all I have left of good memories, of course. I remember my first time shifting. I ran towards my mom and licked her face, and then my dad ran to me in his shift and we had a play fight. It was amazing. Then we both jumped on mom and licked her face. It was a laugh fest.

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