Chapter 1

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When your first memory of your parents comes to mind I bet it's great. You wee probably happy and stuff. My first memory of my mom was her being ran over by a car. We were being chased by werewolves and she was trying to protect me my dad told us to run. I still remember the way she was gentle to me her black coat shined in the sun while she ran. It all happened so fast one minute I'm in my mothers mouth running the next I'm laying on the ground 10 feet away. I crawled over to my mothers lifeless body my little werecat crying my head was bleeding from the fall. My mother died trying to save me my eye-site began to fade and I was left in the bark alone and afraid
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