Hey there!
Welcome to the Daphne's Version of the world. It includes werewolves, teenage romance and a whole lot of drama.
Right, I should probably explain a few things:
On Writing:
So, this idea has been in my head for the better part of three years in a whole lot of different iterations.
And I figured, life is short, so I should probably just get going.
English isn't my mother tongue, so I am doing my best to catch all grammar and spelling mistakes, but I take any hints you are willing to give me;)
About The Story:
Most werewolf stories that I have read do not portray the healthiest relationship with the healthiest boundaries, and that's going to be a bit different here (well, hopefully).
(We are not going to have some possessive alpha that seemingly hates his mate, treats her badly and doesn't take her seriously, only to then throw her against a wall and have his way with her. I draw the line at people throwing other people against a wall. Seriously.)
This story is mostly about Healing.
That's the whole point.
It's about Daphne coming to terms with her new reality, working through things in a healthy way and finding her way to a happier, more content future.
I do write a whole of fluff, so it's probably not going to be the plot heaviest story, just warning. So if you want to read some epic adventure, this will not be the story for you.
The Fictional World:
Fairbury is not a real town, just FYI. I modelled it after several coastal towns in Maine and it's around 1 hour away from Augusta, Maine. (I am terrible in Geography, so that's a warning I am going to give.)
Werwolfes exist (duh. Otherwise I would have no story to write.), but are secret. The whole "killing with silver thing" actually does work, but we are going to explore that a bit later.
Warnings:
I am going to warn to non-graphic child abuse and the mention of suicide, as well as non graphic but mentioned substance and alcohol abuse.
If you catch something while reading the story that I should warn for, shoot me a message. Please. I don't want to upset anybody. I write this story for me and put it up for other people to enjoy and triggering people is not fun.
I think that's it!
Just shoot me a message if there is anything else you want to know, or think I should add.
xoxo C.
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