The Winter Warrior

Chapter 1:The Beginning.

A/N: Hi. Quick Author's note. IMPORTANT THAT YOU READ! So, i made this story a few years back when i first got introduced to Wattpad. I Haven't been updating, etc. However, it baffles me how much readers are loyal, and was willing to stick with me. I also tried reading this book over to pick up where i left off because, to be completely honest, i forgot about it. Unfortunately i thought this book was completely and utterly cringe-worthy that did not deserve to be picked up where left off. But i will continue this story with dignity and sophistication. 

On that note here are a few changes made:

The main character's name is Madison, not Mariana. 

All the things explained in the first chapter with her brother and sister and her mate will not be the case. Her finding her mate so fast will also not be the case. I'm thinking of deleting those old chapters for the new readers. Thank you for your patience, and i hope you will enjoy this new course of the book. 

Like always, constructive criticism is needed and accepted, as long as it's constructive and not mean. Vote & Comment, tell me what you think, or if you like where the book is now heading. I need to hear from you guys! It gives me the determination and encouragement to keep going with this book. Thank you, kisses. 

Chapter 1: The Beginning. 

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  My story will break your heart. My story broke my heart. My story will heal your heart. My story might have an impact on your story, but my story is my story. My story is long and short. My story is going to be told. It's your choice if you will hear it. 

If I'm going to tell you my story, I'm going to tell you it all. I'm going to start from the very beginning. My very beginning. 

I was born into the human world, ignorant of all that was to come, all that would be. I didn't know my mother or my father. I didn't know their faces, i didn't know their smell, and i didn't know what it felt like to grow up with a mother's love and a fathers flexible strictness when it came to his little girl. I did, however, know they did not want me. I knew that they didn't care where i ended up, or how i would grow up to be. That's everything i thought i knew. 

I grew up in an american foster home. Lacking the attention and discipline needed due to the large number of children, I grew up indifferent from those around me. I had a short temper. I was bullied. I fought back. I stood up for me and the kids around me. I wouldn't consider myself strong physically, but I am strong minded. Nothing was going to stop me, until something did. 

At the age of twelve a nice looking lady in a pants suit adopted me, that was the happiest day of my life. I packed what little clothes i had and ran out the door with her faster than i could say hippopotamus. In the car, she didn't talk to me. Just drove. That night i ate all i could, slept in a bed bigger than my hair, and finally felt like someone's child. The next day, all of that was gone. 

A buff man that reeked of something strong and musty took me away. His beard was untamed and he was un-groomed. He stunk. He grabbed me harder than anyone has ever before and threw in into a van. I later came to find out that grab-and-tug was a mere feather touch compared to what i was going to feel. The van had other little girls in it. Some younger, some older. They looked well-groomed, well-rested, and very much scared, like i did. Except for the oldest one in the back. She just looked angry. 

"That's right," she spoke harshly through the silence after the van started moving "you should all be scared. Because where you're going now, you will never escape from. Your lives will be nothing but hell from now on. This is no world for humans."

At first, i didn't understand what she meant. I thought she was crazy. But i will always remember that girl. Her words explained nothing of what was truly meant to come. I would've rather spent time in hell then go through what i had.