On the Prowl

On the Prowl

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Ongoing1h 43m

Last published Mon, Dec 15, 2014

alpha alphas authors beta blood

Werewolves. No I am not talking about the creepy half man/ half wolf walks on two legs and could really use an all over waxing. No what I am talking about are simply (wait for it, wait for it, WAIT FOR IT " wow you have really good patientice ") Wolves, wolves that have been able to take a. . . Human disguise so that they may walk amungst men without the fear of being shot and skinned. But many wolves ether do not no about this ability to 'change' or will not for they feel it degrades them to take on the desguise of those who have hunted and slaughtered so many of their kin. And that is where our story begins, when a young wolf named Siah was just a few weeks old her mother was hunted down and killed while trying to hide her pup. Taking mercy on the poor scrap of fur a man adopts her into his family where she is raised as a house dog and lives a perfectly happy life until on a normal day a mysterious boy appears. Now you are thinking there is nothing odd about that he's just the new boy who moved down the street but what if in broad day light the boy is no longer a boy but a huge hungery eyed wolf watching you with feirce amber eyes?

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