Under The Wing Of A Gangsta

Under The Wing Of A Gangsta

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'The Beast Within' now has a different meaning. As certain humans have the ability to change forms to become the creature of thier inner selves, thier tribal tattoo brings out thier true body as they growl, snarl and hiss in battles between gang rivals. An escaped orphan, with no name, no history, and no reputation for herself, will have to battle her way through the city streets, hiding as herself and fighting in her true form. But when shes' found hiding from herself, a city feared gang boy collects her few belongings and leaves. She's no choice but to follow. Introduced to the gang, she must fight for her place in The Pack, or be killed trying. = PLEASE NOTE = Under Editting. Our main female character is now named Ghost, not Hazel. I'm revising and editting chapters one by one and will change the names as I go along. PLUS; K-Pop name has been changed to Kiara, which I will also change as I revise and edit more.
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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