~Lucas' P.O.V.~
My name is Lucas Peterson. I am 18 years old and I will begin looking for my mate. I'm the runt, so I doubt my mate will accept me, though. No one wants a runt as a mate. Not a man nor a woman.
If it isn't obvious yet, I'm a werewolf. I'm part of the Black Blood Pack, and I don't have a great life. You may think I'm saying that because I didn't get the newest iPhone, or I didn't get my allowance. No. That is most definitely not the case. I'll explain exactly why:
I am abused. Emotionally and physically, by the whole pack. You think I'm over-reacting? Well, I'm truly not. My parents are addicted to drugs and alcohol because of an accident that happened years ago, and they believe it was my fault. I, too, believe it was my fault, because it was. If we are getting technical, the pack abuses me for multiple reasons, actually:
I am gay,
I am "emo",
I am the runt,
I am depressed,
I am suicidal,
I cut, and
It's my fault my brother was killed.
But mainly it's because I, Lucas Grey Peterson, am a mistake.
~*~
*Edit 1- 3/3/18*
*Edit 2- 6/3/18*
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Werewolf[COMPLETE] [Book One] Lucas Peterson is a newly 18-year-old werewolf apart of the Black Blood pack. He is considered a runt, which means endless emotional and physical torment, both in and out of school. He is finally getting overwhelmed by everyth...
