Pierce Me

"I don't care for you. I don't care about you at all," I denied him, yanking my wrist from his hold. "You're nothing to me. Absolutely nothing."

"So you're telling me if I were to leave right now. Walk out the door downstairs and never come back you wouldn't care." My chest tightened at just the thought of it. But I ignored that response and shrugged his voice of possibility off.

"You can walk out right now if you want to. I'll be better off anyway."
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Werewolves were going extinct at the hands of humankind. They were being hunted, captured, killed, and studied. They had no chance of effectively defending themselves against the advanced ministrations they were continuously becoming victim to. In this time, they have continued to live in disguise in hopes that they are not caught and executed. With the extensive knowledge the humans have gained on their existence the task has become incredibly difficult.
Cyra, a member of pack Agwang, is one of the remaining werewolves. Becoming an orphan at age 8 she is used to being alone and only having herself to depend on. While sitting through a lecture she is alerted that her pack is being attacked by hunters. Without a pack and not yet having found her mate she is alone once again and left with only two options. She can either run and continue to survive the way she had been doing for 18 years or, fight back against a population that as a whole is opposed to her existence and determined to end it. It was a fight she thought she would be doing alone but Fate had other plans. After all, one can't battle the world on their own and except victory. This simple fact was unknown to Cyra but in time she would soon learn of it.

*Mature Themes such as Violence and Sex*