Flying With Destiny

Flying With Destiny

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Hey, I'm Kammy, and I'm not exactly your average 15-year-old girl. I have these... "special abilities" that really just get in the way of life sometimes. Now, my life isn't exactly a stroll in the park, but recently things have kind of gone down hill. If you're thinking "Okay, who's the guy that's ruining your life.", you are a great guesser. There is a guy, and he is ruining my life, but probably not how you would imagine. You see, ever since I dumped him last year he's been trying to kill me. Oh, and let's not forget about his crazy wack-job friends who all have abilities too. So now that surviving every day is a struggle for me, I have to run constantly, and I don't have a permanent home for obvious reasons. But for the past few days I've had this strange feeling, and either I'm developing another new ability or something REALLY bad is about to happen....
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Luna My pack didn't know me as anyone strong or special. I happened to be the girl that couldn't shift. Probably an omega in their eyes. The alpha noticed me. She kept noticing me and I wished she wouldn't. The pull was strong. I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. I believed in having a mate. I just didn't think I'd find her, much less be ready for her when she arrived. I rejected her. It was the only way not to tear myself apart. Day after day, I noticed she was tearing apart. Weaker. Tired. I didn't want to care. Not one bit until she confronted me. Inches apart from me. My mate was in front of me... I had to give it a chance. I tried and succeeded. It was the first time I was able to shift. My mother never told me of our roots. The second I shifted, I was huge. A blood-born. Strongest of the strong.

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