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The huntress

The huntress

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 15, 2014
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Paranormal
There were three massive werewolves underneath where I hide in a tree. Suddenly the biggest, the Alpha, howls into the wind. Probably to call for help to find me, the intruder. How rude of me to not introduce me. I am Ella. I am 21 years old and the best supernatural hunter there is. No I do not like to brag I just tell the truth. Well back to the present time. After the call of the Alpha four more wolves, though a bit smaller then the original three, arrived at the clearing to help search. After another five minutes of searching close to me the alpha growls and they all run off in different directions to continue the search. Now your probably wondering why they are trying to find me, we'll I may or may not of killed the old alpha and alpha female. Oops, i think.
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