I lay awake, and watched the stars above my head with an intense gaze. Nights like this, when the constant need for survival was dimmed and my family was safe but not close, I couldn’t help but recall about the changes that lead to the life I was living at this moment. I couldn’t help but reminisce about the blood and the screams. The pain. The opportunity of a normal life being taken from me with brute force.
The night when my innocent three year old self wasn’t able to do anything but run, leaving behind so many memories, so many people, and so much blood. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t run. That I would have died alongside my parents, my family and my home. That I wouldn’t have the heavy weight of vengeance on my shoulders.
But wishes, I knew, barely ever came true. And as I sat there, in the cold snow, my eyes not seeing the landscape before me, but instead wandering the paths of the past, I thought back to that faithful night. When everything changed.
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The savage wild
WerewolfWhen her werewolf family and friends are brutally murdered, the three year old Shivani is left alone in the wild vastness of Alaska. On the verge of death, a wolf family finds her in her wolf form and she is taken in by the rest of the family, growi...
