Torrin is a lost puppy. A cold hearted and rude puppy, but still a lost one at that. Ever since she was born things have gone wrong in every single way possible. From neglect, abuse, rape, and just plain being unloved. She trys to fix it by running...
Thanks to this being my first story I've messed up quite a bit. For example when supposedly it was the last day of school...they went back to school the next day... Stupid me I know. But I promise ONE DAY this will all be edited (but not in the near future) and it will all flow nicely. But I would just love to thank my followers and readers that have dealt with my long waiting chapters but hey its finally DONE! Some may think the ending was too abrupt but personally I was growing REALLY tired of this story and I'm ready to focus more on my newer one. Hope you enjoy ;3
"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending."
― C. JoyBell C.
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*One Week Later*
Queen. I, Torrin Reese Gray, was going to become a Queen. Not just any Queen but the Queen of all Werewolves in the United States of America...AMERICA! If I woke up one day back when I was still a stripper and someone told me I was going to become Supernatural Royalty with a sexy, God-like Hybrid by my side... I would've most likely punched that lucky person in the face. Just thinking about how far I've come along ever since my car engine blown in the middle of nowhere it still flabbergasts me at how surreal it all is. Some days I think I'll wake up from this blissful dream and be lying right next to Rob with a fresh set of new bruises.
I mean...just think about. I was adopted (since my parents were killed) and was abused for selfish reasons that had nothing to do with me. And when I tried to fix it, I ended up just where I started with an abusive 'boyfriend'. But look at me now. I was a Royal Werewolf.
A week ago, Crispin informed me about everything. The emergency pack meeting, the packs from the northern and western states, and how they wanted us to become King and Queen. My reaction was normal of course....I fainted. Yes big bad wolf Torrin fainted. Haha, yes please everyone laugh at my weakness. All I could think at the time was... 'Holy mother of sh!t this is actually happening'.
As the week progressed more packs heard the rumor and decided to agree with the declaration. Though some packs refused to be ordered around by anyone other than their Alpha there were only a few while most sensed a realization of how much power Crispin and I had combined and we weren't even fully mated yet. So a ball was planned...naturally.
(Sky was especially ecstatic and ordered me to shop with her for 5 straight hours looking for the perfect dresses. Pure Hell by the way.)
During the ball we would be crowned in front of the every single pack Alpha, Luna, and Beta across the US. But not everything was fine and dandy. We had been getting phone calls from surrounding packs alerting that their pack members have been vanishing. But there packs weren't the only ones we had to worry about. Some of ours were disappearing from thin air and Mr. McCoy announced that even Elder Madrid was gone. Everything was hectic.
