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Drawn To The Enemy: Chapter One
Hours....For hours.....I have been locked within this prison. Nothing to eat. Nothing to drink. Nothing to do.
No source of illumination. Just darkness. Darkness surrounding me all over. I knew it was a bad idea to let my emotions take control and bring me here....but when you suddenly return to what you thought was home, to your perfectly living, breathing, family, to see that they are no more, something clicks.
Depression is first. Your feet lead you to every bloody body, and you shed your tears in heavy grief...afterwards you may go through a sense of....Puzzlement.
Who?
Who was sick enough to commit a crime as cruel as this?
Why?
Why would they want to do it?
How?
How could they go through with it...?
And then....anger. Anger boils through you, overpowering the depression and confusion. Your tears...suddenly seem to dry up...your posture, it takes on a new stance, and your eyes, those eyes that once looked upon your dead family in mourning, falls blank. You are ready to take revenge.
Anger. Anger was the cause of my situation. Anger is the reason I was caught. Anger is why I am now locked up with nothing but painful memories flooding my head.
In the Depression stage, you Think, but you don't Do, because your too weak.
In the Anger stage....you Do....but you don't Think.
The Werewolves. I should have known. I should have listened to my family when I had the chance...But it was too late for that now.
Closing my eyes, I lay my tired, weakened body down on the cold metal floor; falling into a new phase.
Exhaustion.
________LADYGAARA________
Hi, hi! New story: Drawn To The Enemy. This story will be the first one I have decided to use cast for, therefore most of the people or whatever will be guys and gals I never a day in my life seen before, or have, and never noticed.
Zara Rivers is played by Chloe Grace Moretz, you will find her picture in the media. Thank you; for taking the time to read this book. Means a lot as always. <3
P.S. This story has been a draft of this account for a while and I am just now getting back into it and choosing to publish it. The first four chapters were competed at some point in 2016, so of course it was still at a time where my writing skills sucked, and they still suck at this point. So chapters one through four make look a little amateur and sluggish.
I just completed Chapter Five today, but I won't publish them all in one go for the sake of always having something waiting for you all. I hope you all enjoy this book! <3
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Drawn To The Enemy
WerewolfZara Rivers, a seventeen year old Werecat, grew up with her feline family drowning her head with negativity about the opposite species. Werewolves. She never listened, for she thought that the past shouldn't make a difference in the Were community...
