The golden wolf

The golden wolf

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Aurora never had it easy . She is an orphan in her pack . She was the former alphas daughter of the howling moon pack . When her father was was away on a hunting trip he was killed by rouges 5 years ago . And her mother was killed 6 years ago by a car accident. Her fathers beta stepped up and took the place as alpha , and she was shoved to the omega spot , she was a slave she scrubbed floors , cooked , and did Landry for the pack . She is treated like dirt . finally after 5 years of being treated like a slave she has had enough . She plans to runaway from her pack . Even if it means becoming a Rouge But will it be as easy as she thought ? especially after she meets the prince <>•<>•<>•<> I know the description is horrible I am working on making a new one . Thanks ! Enjoy
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An elementary aged wolf raised by humans. Everything changes after his first shift. A continuation of "Alpha Lilly". You can read it without reading the first but you'll know the characters better if you read them in order. The next book will be "Raised By Wolves" a werewolf pup adopted by wild wolves so check it out when it becomes available. Story excerpt "I was found bleeding in the road. They took me to the hospital and saved my life." I say "What were your wounds?" He aks. "Nope my turn. What is this place?" I ask knowing I'm testing his patience but he is obviously boss here and I want answers. "My pack." He answers "your injuries?" I dont know how to answer that so I turn away from him. I dont know what hurt me only the marks it left. "Answer ME!" His words make me stiffen and I feel my hands reach for the bottom of my shirt. I slide it off and turn to the man. A stand there chest exposed. I'm boney from lack of food and bruised from my foster father and brother. Amid all the fresh brusing three white lines stand out stretching from my shoulder to my hip. "This is what they were healing!" I yell trying not to cry. I remember the pain of the marks when they were fresh. Feeling embarrassed I put my shirt back on. "Rouges." The man whispers. "Those bruses." Ruby says from behind me. "The "Love" of my "family."" I tell her. "My turn." I say and the man turns back to me as he was facing the other adults. He raises his eyebrow and I take it as permission to continue. "What are rouges?" "Packless werewolves." He says. My jaw drops. werewolves? WEREWOLVES!? What the? "They are just a story." I say. "You know better than that." He says.

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