Prologue

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by thewxlverine

by thewxlverine

Tick Tock. 342 seconds.

Waves crashed over me as I struggled to take a breath. The monster in front of me had grabbed me by the throat, and was now slamming my body against the wall.

Tick Tock. 569 seconds.

No, not waves of water. It was waves of nausea, from the sickness of being horribly beaten, then left to partially heal, and beaten again. It had been waves of disgust, coming from the monster I was forced to call my mate.

Tick Tock. 700 seconds.

Mate. Such a strong word, resembling a soul mate. Something that every living being strives for, especially werewolves. I learned of the hidden world around me exactly 1 week ago.

Tick. 743 seconds. Tock. 764 seconds.

Before I had discovered what I truly was, I had been a Marine. A proud Marine, in fact. I had fought through many bullets. However, the death of my closest friend had been the one thing that forced me to quit.

Tick Tock. 923 seconds.

I had tried being an ambassador for South Korea. My first mission sent me to North Korea to help deliver supplies to those in need. I ended up being tortured and dropped down a 8 foot hole by a chain. Somehow, I managed to climb up and escape. I quit that job.

Tick Tock. 1087 seconds. Counting time helps with my anxiety.

1192 seconds.

In the end, I found my self hiking down the Appalachian Mountains.

And that's where my story begins.

2000 seconds.

Tick Tock time is running out.