Berlin Cahill has always been different. He was the smallest of the bunch from the beginning. When he did not shift at the age of 13, as all werewolves do, he was shunned from the social life of his pack. However, when he found his mate, everything changed. He was accepted once again, and his inherently shy nature slowly fell away. In a turn of events, the love of his life was killed in a rogue attack, causing his entire pack to be assimilated into a stronger one. But when Berlin finds that his second-chance mate is the Alpha of this new pack, will he be able to accept him? Or will he forever remain torn? ATTENTION: THIS STORY HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. PLEASE FIND IT ON MY PROFILE! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND THEMES.

[BOOK 1] Not Edited - For the edited version see my bio Aquilam and Ignis, two clans fighting each other for more than a thousand years now. A place where everyone had a pair of wings. We were all hybrids, but with two different kinds of wings. You could have either have bird wings or the one of a dragon. For me, my wings were everything. They were my life, my freedom, and my pride. But after my father's betrayed the King, all our family was also treated as traitors. Our punishment? HELL Every day, as soon as I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night, the shadow of my father betrayal always haunted me. He made our lives pitiful. One day, I had enough, so I ran. I ran hating my dad for what he did to us, to ME. A hybrid like me had no chance of surviving in the wild. Not after THAT. This was now my life, trying to survive and resist this incredible and exquisite smell so close yet so far.

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