Prolouge

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You never have the choice of your going to die. Like if your in your car then bam a drunk driver hits you and your dead. That's not your choice. But not getting into the car is a choice.

My life has been a series of those choices. The live saving ones. As long as a can remember I have been on my own. Born a rouge. Then later abandoned. I don't know who my parents are.

I have powers special ones, I can control the element of fire. Sometimes in the middle of the night a will cup my hands together and watch fire dance around in my hands.

When I was five, I was on the outside of the Royal Fire Pack. Curiously peeking around the trees. Then there was a huge fiery red wolf standing in front of me. I can still remember the way her voice sounded when she mind linked. I can't remember what she said, but I remember that her voice was soft and gentle yet held power.

Fire heals me, gives my strength. When ever I am captured by a pack I beg them not to torture me with fire, making them torture me with fire.

I am well known to all packs. They all know to look for me but, I haven't shifted yet, meaning I have no sent. I should have shifted 6 years ago. The packs all call me Fire.

So I guess my nickname is fire.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 17, 2016 ⏰

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