So this is my first story here. I hope you like it.
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It has not be edited! I apologize for bad grammar, spelling or anything else.
Also it starts off really slow, I apologize. :)
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She was born into a cruel world, where rank and status was praised above all else, where strength and cunning was desired above other qualities, where life and death is determined by might and willpower.
She was born into a race that dwells in the shadows. A race that thrives at night, turning into magnificent creatures of stealth and beauty. Displaying soft fur and sharp fangs like a rose with its delicate petals and lethal thorns.
She was born with a disability.
She was born with a fault that cannot be overlooked.
She was born into a pack that does not take kindly to imperfection.
She was born to a pack that will never acknowledge her as their kin, to a life of pity and sorrow, of cold shoulders and judgmental glares.
It leaves one wondering how such an innocent child can endure through this harsh environment.
After all, how will she survive as a werewolf, when she does not have her sight to guide her.
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Unseen Strength
WerewolfValerie Hunt was shun and seen as an abomination since her birth due to her blindness. After the death of the only one who loved and protected her from the pack, Valerie was exiled by the Alpha-to-be's brother, Marcus. Who also happens to be her mat...
