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They called me a monster. A beast. A threat that needed to be put down.
But am I really the monster when they slaughtered my whole family, my whole pack?
Am I really the beast when they spilled wolves' entrails on their mates' laps as they begged for mercy on their knees?
Am I really the threat when they turned half of the nation against the bloodline which gave them their animalistic gift?
No. I'm not. I wasn't. But they've turned me into exactly that.
A monster, a beast.
A savage.
I belong to my animal side, my only side. I can turn into the beast which resides within me whenever I so wish. But that's not the limit of the terror. Every month, on the night that the silver bathes the land, I become a nightmare beyond imaginable.
The shining symbols on my neck and wrist signify what I am. On my wrist, for the power in my blood, on my neck because I am my beast's before anyone else's. The glaring scars across my bicep and the blades of my shoulders only add a relentless drive to the endless lust to kill.
I used to be respected. Admired. Now I am only feared. Hunted.
I used to be royalty...
Until I was turned into a rogue. A wolf with no home, no values, and no respect.
I am derived of the moon, the beast, and the blood. The firsts of the werewolves. A Lycan.
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A/N:
Before I even say anything else, let me say this; I am by no means a professional. Yes there will be grammar errors, there will be character flaws, and probably some plot holes here and there, but THIS IS THE ROUGH DRAFT. There will be issues with this book. After I finish writing it then I'll edit it and fix everything that needs it, but until then; you have been warned.
If you do decide to continue, then thank you so much for reading, and if not, then thanks for even considering.
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