Stories of fairytales and romance were never told in my house, I was told of bloody battles and war. My father was an enforcer wolf, and he never let me forget it. As I grew older, the stories became stronger. More details were given, and I just learned to swallow the gore. My mother had tried to convince my father, that I would never see such horrific things. But he refused to believe that, saying it was better for me to know, then to have the shock of seeing it. Now that I had been warned of things, that could or couldn't be I just laid them to rest. Mother had said to me, I was a head of my times. That I wasn't acting in my age group, and should have more friends my own age. For her I was still just a baby girl, to my father I was the son he wasn't going to get. Now as I wait for the elders to come, and give me the blessing of having my wolf I feel nothing. These people I sit with, feel like nothing. Maybe that's why, he doesn't want me. ~ Publishing 1-2 chapters a day :) ~