What happens when your father is a werewolf? A one of a kind species living on your doorstep? What happens when you and your brother are werewolf children, what happens when you are a Wolf Child?
Young Johanna Sasuranie is a Wolf Child, just like he...
My mother, Aries, met my father, Callamas, when she was on holiday in Paris with her best friends Amalie Deanmanas and Rosanna Elana. Ever since my mother was younger, she wanted to go to Paris, hoping that she would find 'love at first sight' and, well, that happened.
"Rosanna! Amalie!" I ran through the airport pulling my suitcase behind me, my eyes lighting up as I saw my best friends only meters away, stood at our gate.
Rosanna wore her auburn hair in a plait, complementing her bright blue eyes, beginning near her ear, dropping on her shoulder and ending around her hips. She was wearing a black skirt and a light pink strap top with a small, white, see-through jacket over the top, the sleeves widened as they landed further down her arm, near her wrists and wore some light pink stilettos. She always wore a crap ton of make up, never listening when I told her that her face was ,in fact, a face, not a coloring book. She was a girly girl who always had a necklace, at least 4 bracelets and at least 3 rings on at all times (Including the shower).
Amalie was more of the leader of our little trio, a true bad-ass, her hazel eyes pieced us went she looked towards either of us, her hair was short and black, always positioned in a rebel half-shaved look with a side parting. She was wearing a black, short sleeved T-Shirt and black leggings. On her feet were always, always sneakers. Black sneakers. She also had two piercings in each ear, wearing small hoops, accompanied by a choker with spikes doted around it. Standing with one leg bent up against the glass, and a cigarette in one hand, she motioned me over with a flick at her watch, placed over her sleeve.
I raced over and tripped on a loose tile, everything went in slow motion as the girls raced over.Most of my vision was clouded by my dirty blonde ponytail as it flipped over my head. I stopped falling, my nose brushing the floor, someone other than the girls had grabbed my hand, I could see Amalie's sneaker and Rosanna's heels in front of me, the person was stopping me from falling. They pulled me round and up so I was facing them. I almost screamed...
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Amalie Deanmanas
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Rosanna Elana
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