Torn Apart

Torn Apart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, May 10, 2018
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Paranormal
Alexandra Rose has led a complicated life. Once she turned 16 and discovered she is a werewolf, she abandoned her old life. She ran throughout the country as a rogue going from one place to another to stay off the radar. Until one day, she accidentally enters someone territory. Pack warriors surround her before she even has time to realize she is in their territory. She was so focused on this smell that was driving her wolf mad. It was a mixture of the beach with the woods. His name was Dakota. He was one of the strongest pack warriors. We fell in love at first sight. I moved into the pack with permission from the alpha. It took some convincing, but the alternative was losing his strongest and most loyal warrior so he allowed me to join on a probation period for the first 6 months. I have never been happier. Then the lycans showed. They check in with every pack each year to ensure that the packs are running according to the laws set by the lycans. I began to smell cinnamon rolls, my favorite food. I just never imagined drooling at the thoughts of cinnamon rolls when staring into the eyes of a lycan.
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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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