Author's Note: Ok. So I've been working on this story with each new set of vocabulary words I get in ELA. It may not be the best, but bear with me. Oh, and FYI it will have slow updates depending on when we get new words in ELA.
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The tingle of the cold and dirty cobblestone against my back. It is all that can be felt and seen at the moment. My eyes are still blurry and I'm groggy from my sleep. I feel as if I haven't slept in days. This is partially true for the full moon was last night and for the past week I had been dreading it. The fear that I would maim some innocent drunken fool or, worse yet, one of my meek human relatives had welled up inside me. The wolf was a wanton creature. It never showed mercy especially when it came to humans or non-pack creatures. Sadly every fear I had came true for the mangled corpse of what was my mother was dangling at an oblique angle from the side of her bed...
My wolf had sensed that she was weak and that I never had looked up to her with much venerance. As my eyes adjusted to the dimness of my family's cottage I saw the blood smeared all over my body. I had to come up with a quick incognito to hide it before anyone saw it. The thing is that through out my whole family only one person was cursed. Me. When my mother was young she went and had an affair with a witch's fiance. The witch, who was one of the five original legendary witches, then cursed my mother so that her first and only child would be born a demon. There was a flaw though because I didn't turn as a demon but rather a werewolf. I guess that you could say the witch took pity on me. My mother never told me this story for every time I asked she invalidated all evidence I had of it. The only way I had of finding the truth was by going to the witch herself. The witch told me the story and showed me the remains of my father that she had minimized to ash...
After washing and putting on a dress I walked outside. The sun was bright and high in the sky, it was noon. I looked down and saw the bruises on my arms and quickly veered to the shadows. If anyone saw the bruises they would suspect something and send guards to check my house. The thought of it sent chills down my back. A glut of guards marching in and out of my house each carrying a piece of furniture. The last one to venture in and out would carry with him the dead body of my mother. Then they would come for me, the murder, the werewolf... It was a pitiful though, yet it was bound to come true. Right on cue a guard walked by on his daily patrol. I couldn't remember if I had closed the door and quickly ran through the shadows to my house...
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The Prince's Luna
WerewolfWhen Natasha wakes up to find that her mother is dead and the blood is stained on her hands, she is forced to make do. Her mother was her last living family member. She is now alone or so she thought until she met a man. This man could be her undoin...
