Prodigy's Gift

Prodigy's Gift

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Why a mother would name her firstborn child Prodigy is unknown to any of my logic. But what's ironic is, that child was an actual prodigy child. Over exceeding in all that she does. Sports, economics, math, science, grammar you name it and she could beat anybody. What's even more ironic is the fact that that child is actually me! I hate my name because it reminds everyone about how much better than them I am. I just wanted to live a normal human life, with friends, loved ones, and secret crushes that I knew would never come true, but still fantasized about. But, the most ironic thing of all, was that I would NEVER live a normal human life. Why? Easy answer. 'Cause I'm a Were, short for werewolf.
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Years of planning and hiding. The boy who once feared many is now the one that many fear. He has destroyed clans and pack that stand in his way. He is still on the run from the man who destroyed his humanity. His father a vampire. His mother a mortal. And there is the little boy who was the offspring of both, vampire and mortal hybrid. With this said he was more human than monster like his father. But his father found jealousy in the humane way of his son. One night he changed his sons from mortal to immortal. His son woke with the urge to kill and his mother was in his room at the wrong moment in time. The boy ended up murdering his own flesh and blood as he stared at his crimson red hands. His father stood over him with a sadistic smile as he reached down and grabbed his son by the throat. He threw his son at the wall. He beat him to the point where the boy wanted death. His father unwillingly gave the boy a choice. The boy felt lost and hopeless. Then the day came on his sixteenth birthday and the boy fought back and ran. He ran. And ran. He never wanted to look back. He never wanted to be taken advantage of again. He never wanted to be silent. As he stopped in the center of the forest and was surrounded by massive werewolves he grinned. "Silence will kill."

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