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My name is Lexi Wilcox I am 15 almost 16 in 1 day. I am the daughter of the beta. Yes beta I am a werewolf it may be weird in the time that you live in but here in this time its pretty normal. We live in peace with the mortals and even vampires, just so you know we do have enemy's as which at the top of that list are witches. But let's not freak on this because it is all settled thanks to the King and Queen and other members of the royals. Okay so now back to me. hehehehe. My pack, Blood Moon Pack is one of the most fierce packs in the world and the most respected. I have 3 brothers two of which are twins. I also have a twin but we are non look alike we were just born at the same day and 5 min apart his name is Luke. The other two dip sh*ts I call my brothers are Erik and Evan. They are 14 and they are wild and total dare devils. Not to mention my partners in crime. When I turn 16 the same day the Alpha will throw a big party for whose son, Xander. Whose birthday is on today. I personally don't like him but you'll see why. My parents have told me I am special but I never believed them I mean it's pretty much their job to tell me that. So I am not gonna bore you any more with this. Here's how it went............ Enjoy.
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My name is Ella and I'm a Pack Member of the Fire Moon Pack, ever since my mom the Beta's mate left because my dad would beat her when he was drunk then after that I was the one beaten and that would leave scar or bruises which now some are faded or gone because of the healing. After some time I would wear some over size sweaters, sweats, or baggy jeans that would make me look chuncky and because of that my high school bullied or teased me about it there was nothing I could do about it. My brother James was all I had but after a few months my dad convinced him it was my fault mom left and since that day he imediatally hated me and treated me like trash but I used to make up excuses for him since he was all I had left, But since my 17 birthday after I was rejected I stopped and ran away from my pack.

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