Last of the First

Last of the First

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'The First of the First' was the name given to the first werewolf pack in existence, their true pack name was 'Blood River Moon Pack' and this pack was acceptionally strong and highly feared but the other supernatural races. A few hundred years ago the supernatural races banded together to destroy the Blood River Moon Pack, and they had successed. Wiping out the entire pack all except one, this little girl was left all alone dead the center of the battle field crying for the lose of her dead. What they didn't know was that they had to kill this child too, for her grief and lose she prayed and begged to the Moon Goddess for a chance to be reborn and take vengeance on the races who destroyed her pack. The soul survivor was granted the power of renicarnation, for which new life she is reborn but remembers not of her dying last wish to take revenge but she will remember in one life and create a deadly war. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
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"I said look at me," he growled as he grabbed my arm from the Gamma in a vice grip. I winced and finally looked up to his stunning grey eyes. 'Mate!' my wolf yipped happily, although she was very weak she got to sound very excited, but I didn't. I didn't want a mate, one that I am putting in danger. Those people said they would find me no matter where I ran to, I couldn't put my mate or his pack in danger. My wolf whimpered knowing it was the truth. "Kitten," my mate purred, before he growled, "mine!" softly as he let go of my arm and lightly touched my cheek, now I felt the sparks firing on my skin. 'Kitten? Was this guy for real?! Did it look like I had whiskers and meowed?' I mentally scolded at him.

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