DEFINITELY YOUR ATYPICAL STORY, JUST A HEADS UP -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- She was a goddess, they were her worhshipers, and they ruled the wood Her pack is feral, feral packs were myth to his kind these days, but there she was, in her full naked glory, surrounded by wolves. This female knew the wild around her, and feared the humanity that had come to their territory. Damien had sought to enlarge his territory to save his pack from the hunters bound to destroy it, but these wild wolves would not bow to him, only to their feral queen. She was but a wolf, born in the wrong time, and ruled in the wrong time. Humanity had come for her. -:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:-:- photo creds: Tara McKinney, I just used the photo from Google and made it a cover, the photo isn't mine. Fair warning, in this book, werewolves do not have a moon goddess, they follow the law of nature, and choose their own mates. Also, the werewolves do not possess inhuman strength or advanced healing.

"How Can You Say Those Things and Keep a Straight Face?" All you want is for people to smile. That's the only reason you became a hero in the first place, but there are always people out there that you can't reach. When the boy with the blue, lacklustre eyes reappears; the mysterious ravonette from your childhood, you discover this sad fact. Is it possible to mend such deep, emotional scars? Can you save someone as twisted and warped as he is? Or has he always had such a flawed design? Ranked #1 in #DabixReader 19/10/18 Ranked #1 in #bnhaxreader 4/11/18 Ranked #1 in #myheroacademia 01/03/19 ⚠WARNING⚠ This fic may include: .Mild/strong violence/graphic content .Strong language .Child Abuse (non-sexual) .Drug use .Sexual violence Cover by Condensed_milku