The Elemental She-Wolf

The Elemental She-Wolf

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Rainy-Stormy Night never knew what it was like to have a family. The only home she's ever known was the foster homes. To her they were never homes just houses she stayed at for a short period of time. No one knows just how much she wants a place to call home. Will she find a place to call her home? If so what will she do when she gets a whole new life? Well you'll just have to read to find out. <~><~><~><~><~><~><~> *WARNING* this does have some very out there stuff. Rainy is based off of somebody and that would be me. She think just like me. So I'm sorry if it seems inconsiderate to your feels. Just know I have no thought to mouth filters so what I think is what I say.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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