Leila
My family has lived in shame and embarrasment ever since I was a little girl.
There was only one person to blame too.
My father.
Once upon a time there was a pack war , my pack the Nightglade pack vs the Reddawn pack.
The Alpha of my pack has always been a hot head, and created problems when there was none. That was one of the causes of this war. It also didn't help that the Alpha of the Reddawn pack was an arrogant instigator.
The only Alpha that I truly admired was Alpha Lucas from the Shadow pack, but ever since he was brutally murdered by rouges hired by the Reddawn pack his cold hearted son Clint has taken over. Alpha Lucas's death was the second and final cause of the war.
Every male 18 and up was forced to fight in the gruesome battle.
Every male in my pack took it as a honor to fight in the war.
But not my father.
My father was and still is a non violence , tree hugging hippie.
He would always say to me "Leila as long as you can speak your words then violence won't be necessary."
I would always roll my eyes at him and he would just smile.
The day of the war finally came, my father wasn't going to leave the house no matter what.
I would beg him relentless just to go and fight, I didnt want to dishonor the family name.
He would just look at me with his sad cloudy eyes and say, "My dear Leila I could never stand by something I didn't believe in."
That day changed my family forever until now.
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The Alpha and The Runt
WerewolfLeila was burdened with the mistakes of her cowardly father. Clint is burdened with a werewolf pack after the passing of his beloved father.
