Hello this is my new story. I really hope enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. Thanks for taking a chance in reading this and believing in me.BTW if there are any errors or typos please comment so I can fix it, thank you.
Prologue:
"You will never be anything but a useless, pathetic, helpless, little bitch. You could never do anything to help this pack. I wish you were never born so our mom wouldn't have died. The only thing you are good at is nothing" My good for nothing brother practically screamed at me before he slapped me right across the face. Knowing that would leave a mark, I quickly tried to scurry out of the way of his incoming foot. Being to late, the sudden impact knocked the air from my lungs. I heard a crack and knew another rib had been broken. Still trying to runaway, my brother continued beating on me before he decided his limbs were getting tired.
Running up to the attic, or my room if that's what you would like to call it, I took in my surrounding. On the far left corner I had a scrappy air mattress with no air left. The pillow on top was a few pieces of fabric that I couldn't make into any clothes or blankets. Heading to the remnant of a mirror that was broken when my brother threw me into it, I lifted up my shirt and winced.
I saw a scrappy looking red head. Hair as red as strawberries and as wild as a lions mane. With a tiny body type I saw scars and bruises running down her arms and legs. I saw dark purple and black mark running down her side knowing she had broken at least three ribs. Looking away, I got some extra cloth that was laying around and wrapped it around my torso. Knowing it would take about a week to heal I headed off to the thing I call a bed.
You see, that was a perk to being a werewolf, at least partially one. I could heal quickly, but not as quickly as the others. Most werewolves shift when they are very young, I am fifteen and I still haven't shifted. My brother is ashamed of me along with the rest of my so-called pack. The current Alpha and Luna don't do a thing about it either. They barely know that I even exist. Everyone always says that I am the scum of the earth and I believe them. No one has even heard of a werewolf that couldn't shift. So why did I have to be the first one?
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Run Away WereWolf
Người sóiHave you ever felt helpless, useless, lonely, or weak. Try having these types of thoughts and feeling forced upon you every day of your life, when it isn't even your fault. Try living everyday where you are treated worse than dirt by your family and...
