Wild One {Not-Edited}

"Hidden... Stay hidden".
That I've always been told as a little girl. Don't show my true form to those who cannot be trusted.

"Trust"
Strong word. This word has so much power over our lives it's unbelievable.

"Power"
Every single one of us has the mental and physical ability to say something or act in such a way, it will have an impact on others.

My mom has always said to me 'Chloé men will look at us, thinking that we are weak. But they are wrong. The longer we stand together, the longer we will have power over them.'

She told me this on the night of her death. She's gone, so there is no 'us' any longer. Just me.

To any male werewolf she is a prized position. Even one glance would have them drooling. She's beautiful, flawless even.

But let's face the facts, Chloè's not all that. She has her problems.

Her jet black haired and florescent green eyed wolf is what keeps her going. It's what keeps her alive. It's what has her grasping onto the last piece of sanity she has left. I mean, it not everyday the moon goddesses warrior wolf is born. Not to mention she has full alpha blood pumping through her veins.

How will Chloé ever go through life when she is always just... Wanted?