~Flashbacks~

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I was only five when my parents died. I loved them with all my heart, but i wasn't sad when they passed because I was to little to understand what actually happened. We were on a picnic at a lake. The air smelt like the great sent of woods that drove my wolf and I crazy. I remeber that day so clearly as if it was just yesterday when this all had happened. I was sitting by momma while daddy was fishing by the lake. I saw a butterfly and I mean what kid dosen't like butterflies and wants to chase them around. So that's exactly what I did. I chased it deep into the woods until the smell of blood from about two miles away filled my nostrils. I ran towards that scent knowing it was mixed in with parents scent. Once I came near the opening I looked around and saw two lifeless bodies on the ground drenched in fresh blood. I ran back into the woods and didn't look back until I was at the other end of the woods. I had tripped on a tree root and fell on my knee's. I heard a loud crunching sound and screamed in pain. My legs were broken and I was now laying on the ground looking up at the sky sobbing in pain. I heard the leaves around me rustling and I could feel someone's presence. A soft warm hand stroked my cheek and looked into my eyes. My luna, Grace saved me that day. She raised me as if I was her own. She couldn't have any children so I guess I was like a little substitute. She treated me as if she were my own mother, until she passed away from a heart disease, Cerebrovascular heart disease. Grace's husband, the alpha never really liked me since I wasn't his own so we never were close. Everyone that I ever got close to eventually always passed so I convinced myself I was a jinx and put up walls around myself, but that was before I had my first shift and found out the biggest secret that was kept from me. I was a werewolf.

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TYSM FOR READING ;DD A PICTURE OF CARTER IS ON THE SIDE... AND I ALSO LIKE PEOPLE THAT COMMENT SOME IDEA'S OF WHAT THEY WANT TO HAPPEN , AND I MIGHT THROW THEM IN THERE ANYWAYS THANKS YOU SEXY POTATO'S

~izzy c;

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