My Werewolves (boyxboyxboy)

This is my first story, so sorry if it is bad!!!!!!

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Prologue

What if I told you that there were other creatures living with us on earth? Would you believe me or not? A long time ago, when people did accept other types of people, werewolves were not hiding. They were out in the open, showing their true selves.  Their mates would accept them, even if they were human or a werewolf. Soon people started to see werewolves as a danger and started to ignore them. People would hid in fear and tell them to go away, but some people decided to pin point the weaknesses and torture the werewolves before they were killed. The people who committed these crimes were worse than everyday criminals. They were silent killers of the woods and were crazy enough to kill anything that got in their way. These people were called…HUNTERS. All the packs in the woods ran for their lives and hiding themselves within the human society.

Slowly the human society forgot that werewolves were actually real, yet some people made them into mythical creatures. People now used the werewolves as scary, fun, loving, worthless, etc. many people were and still are confused about how to refer these beautiful creatures.

Now, I know all of you are wondering who am I, and how do I know all of this stuff? Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Asher Jones and I’m a 16 years old. When my junior year started, I had no idea that my life would change drastically. People around me have no idea what I deal with everyday, but then again they have no idea that werewolves actually do exist. Truthfully speaking I didn’t know either, but I soon learned. Now follow me in this dangerous journey of love and hate. Betrayal and hurt. Forgiveness and happiness.