I had no idea why my father suddenly packed everything in our home in the countryside of Ohio. It was comfy there, the place I called home. Even where my mother's body laid under the ground. All I knew was that that was part of my past now wether I liked it or not. Oregon was my home now. My future. I've never even visited this state before. Apparently though, my great grandfather and grandpa whom I've never met before have finally passed away. They died together in a car accident that was so horrible they both had to be cremated. Which is why as I stood now, all in black at stranger's funerals, I glanced around.
There were many people here with their families. Heads bowed in respect for the men I never even saw. The preacher spoke kindly of both. I hated them.
Because of them, I had to leave my friends and family in my senior year of high school. Granted, I was graduating a couple months early, but I was still pissed. I wanted to go home.
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So, guys! This is my new werewolf story after two years. :) haha! I'm so glad to be back and I hope you enjoy! The music is just what I listened to as I wrote- it doesn't involve what's happening in the chapter unless I state otherwise. Hope you enjoy :) Also, this isn't my sequel to How To Love either, sorry! But if you haven't read that story yet, I suggest you do. ^.^ MUAH!
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Half Moon
Hombres LoboAll Lizzy wanted to do was go home to her friends and life she was forced to leave behind as her father made her move out of state. All James wanted was to keep his family and pack safe, and have a mate who will make him stronger both mentally and...
