Pyro is a werewolf with a dark secret, he was born as an female wolf side. A all white wolf which is a prize to male werewolves to have as their mate. When his family becomes apart of a pack, he does his best hiding it from them.
With the pack thin...
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Pyro's P.O.V.
It was almost ten when my mother and I reach our house. The air was filled with tension as we pulled up into the driveway. There was nothing my mother or I could say lighten the mood as she put the car in park. We sat there in silence before she decided to get out. I soon followed.
The broken window from where the rogue broke into the house was now boarded up. I wonder who did it out of my father and brothers, neither is good when it comes to house repairs but handy with weapons.
As my mother and I made our way up the path to the front door, she stops. She glances over at me as if she wanted to say something but decided against it before unlocking the door. A few seconds pass before actually open the door and went inside.
I stood at the entrance, peering in, watching my mother disappear into the hall. Even though I knew I had my family here and it was more than safe, I didn't want to go in. I guess the memories of what could of happen to me still left its mark on me.
Suddenly an eerie feeling washed over me, making me feel like I was being watched. I couldn't help but look around to make sure there wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but nothing. At this time, the neighborhood is quiet. There weren't any weird scents in the air, like those of rogues.
"Pyro, don't let it get to you," I whispered to myself as I checked the surrounding area one last time before going inside the house.
I made my way to the living room, where most of the noise was coming from. In the living room, Ylva was talking to Tony as they put things in labeled boxes. I look around to see there were dozens of boxes, bubble wrap, and everything that made me think of moving.
"What's going on here?" I ask them both.
"Umm, dad." Ylva shouted as she put down a lamp and went into the hallway, "can you come here for a minute?"
"What is it?" My father asked as he came out of his office while looking at the paperwork in his hands.
"Pyro is here," she said before moving aside "it is best for you to tell him."
"Tell me that we are moving, that not hard to miss," I told them as I pointed to the towers of boxes that line the walls.
"Its where we are moving where," Ylva corrected.
"Yea, that is a good question." added my sister, Tasha poking out of the kitchen.
"It's about four hours from here." he stared off. I knew he was beating around the bush. "To the Tribe of The Eclipse."
There was an awkward moment of silence before Ylva spoke up, breaking the silence between us.
