I've never given much thought of how my life would turn out.
People called me mad, wicked.
And I was.
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Malia Hale, 16 years old. Raised by two of the most famous supernatural villains of the world: Peter Hale and The Desert Wolf. Actually, the whole family tree was famous.
Some of my ancestors were in books and became legends. The only real reason we were famous is that I'm a descendant of the very first werewolf ( that's what my dad said ).
We were werewolves of blood, not bite.
Well I wasn't technically a werewolf, I was a werecoyote. It's like a werewolf but instead of being a werewolf, it's a werecoyoyte. My mom was one too. Like mother like daughter I guess.
Speaking of my mom, she was one of the most wanted criminals in the human and supernatural world. Let's say she had a lot of blood on her hands. All types of blood.
My family and myself were part of a pack. A werewolf pack. And it didn't make me unbelievably happy. Coyotes are lone creatures. We hunt alone, we sleep alone and we live alone. Packs are only temporary.
But there's an exception. That one person. We call it a mate. You're impregnated.
When you're impregnated, it's for life. Being impregnated means you're imbued, it's part of you. They die, you die too. And there's no escaping it. You'd do anything in your power and more to protect this person, as a brother, as a sister, as a friend or as a lover.
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I groaned as my alarm went off, waking me up.
First day of school for me.
I got up lazily and managed to make it to the bathroom without falling asleep.
I heard footsteps and my bedroom door opening. More like temporary bedroom. We were fugitives because of our crimes.
"Do you think you could walk to school this morning?" dad asked as he stepped in the bathroom.
I only nodded due to the fact I was brushing my teeth.
After I was done with hygiene, I went downstairs to be greeted by my oh-so loved mother.
"Come back here directly after school, we wouldn't want you to be followed." she said, not taking her eyes off her book.
"Why in hell would I be followed? This is just a normal high-school with normal teenagers." I argued.
"Do not argue with me." she said, her tone full of authority. I sighed and grabbed my bag to leave.
"Have a great day you guys." I said sarcastically before closing the door behind me.
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The school was filled with awfully normal people. Teenagers were laughing, talking and they seemed to have no worries. I secretly wish it was the same for me.
I spotted a guy speaking with his friend. He was a werewolf. I could just smell it, the dog scent was just too strong for him to be normal.
His skin was tan and his jawline seemed uneven from this angle. He noticed me staring at him and his friend.
His friend was not as interesting, he was human. But he was physically mind-blowing. His hair was dark and he had a tall figure. I couldn't tell the colour of his eyes from where I was but I knew they were just gorgeous.
