My sister, Gaia, always said that falling in love is important. I say, to tartarus with love. I like being on my own, and no 'big, bad' wolf is gunna change that.
Are you one of these people that always thought Thanatos was a guy? Yeah? Well, he's not. I'm Thanatos, but I prefer the name, Amara.
In my mortal form I have long black hair, that goes down to my waist, with a white streak. I have pale, flawless skin, plump red lip and grey eyes.
In my goddess form, my hair is half black and half white and reackes the top of my bum. my skin is the same, and so are my lips. Though, one of my eyes are all white and one of them are all white.
Well, what do you expect? I am the goddess of death.
"Momma, how do you know when you are in love?" The small boy blinks up at the woman, curiosity filling his blue eyes.
"Well, when your heart feels like it's going to explode out of your chest and you can't stop thinking about them and all you want is to make them happy, that's the spontaneous type of love. The love you want is the one that builds up slowly and then consumes you so fast you barely knew what hit ya.
That's the type of love that's pure. Two people who you never thought would end up together." The woman finished speaking. She continues with her task of making dinner, placing small kisses on her son's cheek.
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The Love of a Werewolf is about love and Werewolves.
Follow Altheia and Ethan as they learn what it means to love.