Instincts

Instincts

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What's more powerful than an alpha in his prime? A Lycanthrope, or lycan, the original descendants from the Moon Goddess herself, her first blessed children. Though, baring many similarities to the common wolf, lycans are bigger, faster, stronger, the healing process is heightened, aging is extremely slow, and everyone's favorite the beauty they have, the moons features. After decades of only lycans, the Goddess created a new race of wolves, one that has healers, and oracles. During this centuries of fighting broke out for dominance, to be the top in packs. Lycans however had the upper hand, there is only one way to kill a lycan, severing the spinal cord from the cranium. Eventually more wolves were born, and the lycans were disappearing in numbers. Whole packs ambushing lycans, to destroy them. Now centuries later hardly any lycans exist besides the untouchable royal family and those managed to escape from packs. Meet Astra, a lycan who makes a living in the mundane lands as a "future teller" after her parents forced her flee before they were caught. Her now peaceful and boring life comes a halt when she finds her store destroyed, and a lingering sweet yet dangerous scent fills the air. Her heart telling her to run, but her instinct tells her no more running. *Rated mature, strong language and violence. Chapters will have warnings at the top as well.* All rights reserved
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Every time I tried to stop, something clenched in my stomach, instinctual and feral. It compelled me to move. Sometimes it felt like it was pulling me in the opposite direction, back the way I came. That feeling I ignored - nothing short of demonic possession could convince me to go anywhere near that forest ever again. It wouldn't be nearly long enough that I would realize I hadn't imagined that pull. That some invisible force was compelling me towards that man. To Nate. When I did realize, I made sure I used it to keep running in the opposite direction of wherever it told me to go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Picture this: you're a 17 year old werewolf. Your Alpha, under false counsel, believes your entire family instigated a failed coup so he kills your parents, and you're next. Your options are basically die now, or turn rogue and die anyways. What do you choose - swift and painless, or drawn out and lonely? If you answered, "Neither," then you'd be correct. I didn't anticipate, though, that one bad theft in the beginning was going to send a ripple that would come back to haunt me in unimaginable ways.

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