Before my mother passed away, she told me to never be afraid of the dark. I was young at the time and thought she meant to grow up and stop imaging monsters are living under my bed, but as I grew up with out her I found out what she meant by it. There are creatures in the darkness. Creatures that protect us. My mother was one of them, but my father wasn't. He was human. He's always known what my mother was, but he doesn't know what I am. I could be human, like my father, or I could be what my mother was. A Lycanthrope. Werewolf.
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The Break of Night
WerewolfHow would you feel if you didn't know who you really were? That you were living a life you never knew wasn't yours to live? I am in this situation. How did I not see it coming? With the death of my mother, the new boy turning up and my connection to...
