This is a very short suicide letter. Don't worry I'm not suicidal I just wanted to right it. It might trigger some people and I don't want to force you to read it but I wrote it anyway. It's one chapter long but it may get bigger later on it depends.

It's hard to be me. It must be hard being you. But I don't know what you think. I only know what I think. Memories block happiness from my brain. Clouding my thoughts. Turning my happiness into a storm. This is my story. Struggling with a teen's mind. ************************************************************************************************* This is a short story about a girl suffering. Just to tell you everything written here is completely from my IMAGINATION and I don't want anyone taking anything from this book. The characters looks come directly from your imagination. Please do not ask me if any of this is personal and if I'm depressed or not. This contains a lot of strong language and 18+ themes. Please read with caution. Trigger warning.

When the witches enter the North Valen territory, there's a divide amongst the pack, with the majority of shifters wanting to stay hidden within the safety of the pack grounds, two friends soon finds themselves outnumbered and are abandoned amongst the cliffs of Tymus. As the rogues trek towards the city, news of an alliance between the Tentoria and the weaker packs creates tension across the land and as things turn for the worse, there's a traitor amongst them.