Derecks pov
I wake in a cold . I face these cold black solid walls...
Monday whoopty damn do...
I have a buzz cut.. I look bad ass you can say. I have a eight pack. I'm 6'9. I wear a size 13 shoe. I am big down there I'm a size 11 in inches and 6inches thick. Got love being a werewolf . I have dark brown eyes to we're they seem black black like my soul and heart. I have a pack of 500 members .. They follow my orders. No if ands or buts . Treason is death . No exceptions I have a beta . My close and only friend I can say. He knows me like the back of my hands . He knows what I been through . My gran other is 85. I love her most of all. She gives me life . She is the only person I say I love . I haven't met my mate yet .... I fear for my anger will hurt her... I work and work and work .. I have to keep my pack safe... I don't particularly want to be around humans .... My mother was human and my father was a werewolf . I'm not half werewolf I'm a pure blooded one. My mothers side of the family is a ancient alpha line of wolves. She never shifted. She chose to be weak .. And ... And die for my father... She chose that life ... She chose to be trash ... She chose it!!
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Broken Rage
WerewolfMy life is complicated how will I control the anger when I meet my mate especially when I end up killing her in the end . I hurt her because of the lies I believe from others instead of asking her. Her death is on my hands . why cant she just stay i...
