Prologue

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Dans Pov

I remember being two years old and being taken from my mother I remember her screaming Daniel as they took me from her. They put me in a pen and there I stayed for eight years. Waiting for someone to come and adopt me. I'm not like other people if I'm even considered that. I have brown eyes that have long almond pupils and seem to glow when light hits them. I have black fuzzy ears that sit on my head almost covered in my thick curly hair. I have sharp canine teeth and sharp claws the retract into regular nails. I have a thin long tail that stays wrapped around my body most of the time. I was born with a female reproductive system causing me to have a girly figure. I sit here as days pass watching others get adopted and taken to new homes. I always wish to be one of those.

Nobody want a skinny lanky 10 year old. They all wanted cute babies. I never thought I'd be adopted. Until a couple came. The both glints of evil in their eyes. They adopted me and took me home. For eight years I was with them. Only eating two meals a week, constantly getting beat. My body was littered in bruises new and old. I just wanted my life to end.

When I turned 18 they took me back to the shelter I was born in and left me there. I didn't let anyone touch me out of fear. I stayed in the Hut in corner of my pen and only left to eat. Or drink. The workers had given up hope on me. I didn't talk. At my hold home if even that. I wasn't allowed to speak. I'd so I got whipped.

It wasn't till a raven headed boy with kind blue eyes walked into the shelter that I learned there are good people in the world to.

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