Chaos
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"When did you fall in love with me?" "I think I fell in love with all the little things- the way you laugh, the way you fight, how you never talk to anyone before your morning coffee." He laughed and rested his chin on the top of my head. "It happened slowly, so slowly I couldn't tell you when. But I can tell you the moment I realized I love you." I leaned back into his arms, his chest keeping my back warm. "It was the first battle. You hadn't shifted yet into your wolf yet, but that didn't stop you from killing anyone in your way. I watched you standing on the top if the hill, fighting rogue after rogue after rogue, their blood splattered on your arms, your face, red streaked through your wind blown hair." He brushed my long blonde hair out of my face and started playing with it. "And all I could think about was here you were, surrounded by war, but I've never seen someone look so beautiful in the midst of chaos." "And that's when I knew I loved you." ----------------------------------- Running a pack is hard, but building one from the ground up is even harder.
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My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

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