A wolf run in front of me and yelpes,then runs off. As the pup runs I fallow it to a cave where I see my cousin Lance is tide up. Ran to him, bite his ropes off then we both ran back to safety. All but the puppy.
The three of us sat on the log around the camp fire, listening to the old story of our tribe. My sister, Cici (The oldest) also my favorite sibling sat close to me. Our brother Sean on the other side. Me I say at my mom's feet. My name is Maria Luna River. I am fifteen. Sean is sixteen, Cici is eighteen. After we went to my friends in the woods to train. When I turned to my wolf everyone stared at me.
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"What?" I asked. "I am just a different color than my sister and brother." My mom walked up and looked at me. "What are you?" She asked me. "She is our daughter." My father said. As they argued about me. We all left to our spot. Our brother was red. Like father, but black. We ran down to the waterfall in the river of blood. "Maria? Moria!" My cousin, Lance yelled. "Lance" I replied. A branch broke we all look in every direction perking up our ears.
