Fallen. That's what I am. Last of my kind.
They told me I would always be evil: that I was born to kill. For a time, I believed them. I was okay with killing because I was naturally good at it. Then I met her, and everything changed. I found meaning to my life and I didn't want to kill anymore. Only one problem now: Telling the Hunters and making it out alive.
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There's a war brewing: a war so big between the hunters and werewolves that it could bring about the end of the world. So what do you do when you find out your soul mate is fighting for the opposite side?
And how do you stop a war you didn't even start?
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