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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WerewolfAva never had a pack. She was born a rouge and has become awesome at being one. She has never shifted but when she finally does, one of the most dangerous packs find her. She's too weak to fight back when they find her and luckily for her, they tort...
