In life, my whole life, I always thought that everything was about love, forgiveness, and survival. But now I know only one of those counts. Survival. Who knew one word could mean so much? It means hunting, staying warm, finding water, protecting yourself. It means the continuation of life or existence. Survival is tough. And so am I. I never knew how I could really, truly prove how to show this world that I had what it took, and have what it takes, to survive. Now that I know how to prove that I can be depended upon, I was determined to give it my all, even if that meant doing the impossible, or blocking out my loved ones. I was not quitting this easy. Either life listened to what I had to say, or I would have to shower my vengeance on life. And I just so happened to like life, and life liked me. I hate to break up a good friendship over something so avoidable but... Well, let's just say life was feeling rather stupid that day. So, I did what I had to do. And just in case you haven't guessed it yet, I won. Wait, scratch that. I totally... CRUSHED IT! It felt so good! But now, I was on my own and I decided to be a good little lady after that. Unless someone dared to disobey me. Then it was my way, or the highway, baby. After every fight I won, I would walk with a special bounce in my step, the song 'Highway to Hell' playing in my mind. That was when I was happiest. I was also happy when I was with my pack, or with Lupin. I loved those guys more than anything, and they always got the final say in everything. Because they were worth it.
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The Silvermoon Hunt Pack and our ways
WerewolfThe girl was what you could call an average 16 year old with a hard life, trying to make the most of it. Until one peculiar night out in the dark woods caught her off guard... I want to try and tell a story with ups and downs, and how family sticks...
