The White Wolf

The White Wolf

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My parents always taught me when I was young, don't expect nothing in life unless you go out and make something for yourself. Little did I know that someday I would actually learn how true that statement was. While growing up I alway had what I needed and never went without, my family was not small in the slightest, with five brothers and a sister it kept the family busy. My family was considered on the larger side for our species but what could you expect when your parents were the betas of the second largest pack. The only pack larger than our pack were the royals. Let me tell you something about my world all those fantasy stories you heard about when you were a kid are true. Now before you get all excited and try to go find some zombies to slay, they're just a fable but anything else like fairies, pixies, werewolves, vampires, witches, mages, angels, demons and stuff like that are real. I am a hybrid, my parents are werewolves, but somehow I was born with different abilities from my family. I am 75 % werewolf and 25% Angel.
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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.

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