Before I can tell you about me lets get the whole"how my species came to be" thing out of the way.
Back a long time ago wolves were like ancient gods, some humans respected them. Others respected a powerful god called a werewolf. The wolves and werewolves weren't to different but they hated each other. The werewolf god decided to turn his worshipers into werewolves and kill off the wolves.
The wolves knew of this plan so they chose their 12 most powerful gods (out millions of others) and gave their spirits to 12 different well trusted humans. And one of them was my Great, great, great, great grandmother. It is said that the spirit is passed down to a newborn in the family that it chooses.
Now my part of the backstory. After my 4 greats grandmother died my family waited for generations...... that is untill I was born. They could see something special about me and so did the werewolves. I wasn't even a day old yet when were attacked by werewolves. My mother and father were seriously injured and died shortly after. When they left one stayed and came up to me and said"Your a lucky little brat. Spirit or not the master would have our heads if we killed you." And then he just left. Everything after that was a blur. I wonder why he said that...
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Sorry about the dissaperance of the story. But it's back now! Along with my Story buttercup! And welcome new readers!
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Little Wolfie
WerewolfA wolfblood born girl who is almost killed the day she is born because werewolves think she is one of the seven wolves with the great wolfblood spirit. She goes to a school for wolfbloods and is seen as a weakling. Which is how she got the nickname...
