Wolfmon Stories

It's been he's peoples home for almost 1000 years now as the {Taranagii Tribe also known as the Wolf tamers} for 930 years he's people lived in peace with one another. Until a group of foreigners plagued he's village and killed almost every single one of he's bloodline, as the only person with the knowledge of he's people and the last new born child of the Taranagii Tribe. He was entrusted to past on the knowledge of he's people by passing it on the new generation in this case the only known survivor of he's tribe. As a quite weekend turned into an unpleasant experience for 8 friends in the mountains of (Ravenswood). Kayl3 felt her body warning her that something bad was crawling it's way closer to the weekend at hand. Almost as if an ice cold shadow was hovering over her soul slowly creeping it's way into her mind. There is no escape from what's lurking in the dark as blood red eyes stared at her sending shivers down her spine. [The Wolfmon] It is the possessor of a chivalrous spirit that puts its life on the line for the things it believes in, and hates injustice. Because Wolfmon is taciturn and doesn't really like to concern itself with others, it often has the impression of being cold and unfeeling, but it is actually a kind-hearted warrior.

Someone had to do it but for some reason I barely see any fanfiction about them so here I am. I hope you like Wolfgang x Damon because I do.