We were casted out, my twin and I, by those meant to protect us. My mother, shunned for having children that weren't her soulmate's, was hunted by the very one meant to set fire to her soul. Instead, he chose to set fire to her body and laughed manically as she burned. I can still remember her anguished cries as they caught her by her hind legs and started ripping into her by order of his majesty. As fierce as a warrior as she was, she was no match for the 30 enforcers sent by the King.
It could've been different, if my mother hadn't given up on finding a mate 15 years prior. But, at the age of 30, she had lost hope. So, she settled on satisfaction. A few months later after a heated one night stand, along came 2 little pups.
When asked, she'd tell people they were the greatest blessings she'd ever had the fortune of receiving. Although, it was clear to see that the King didn't share the same sentiment. So, at age 46, my mother, Alpha Ambriel Olcay of the Aman Pack, was executed. And at 15 years old, my sister, Amelie Olcay, and I, Anakin Olcay, had to flee our homelands into the unknown territory inhabited by other species unknown to mankind. They didn't take kindly to outsiders or those that were different. My sister and I would fall into the latter category. Because that's what we were: different. What else were we hybrids to be defined as?
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The Comeback
WerewolfThis is a story about overcoming the challenges placed before you and using them towards your advantage. Failure isn't an option, and success was a mentality. For twins Anakin and Amelie, losing was impossible, regardless of the situation. After eve...
