Lost girl in the glade
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Ongoing, First published Apr 09, 2021
The lost girl in the glade

The pronoun for y/n is she/her sorry guys

Y/n is pans first lost girl she is also his girlfriend her power is blood manipulation she is extremely fast and strong she also heals faster than other people

*One night at camp while y/n is patrolling she blacks out and wakes up in the glade with boys towering over her after contacting peter telling him she was safe they talk about what to do and they made a decision since y/n is quite bored at camp she will stay at the glade for awhile*

This story will be a lot different than the plot line but i will add some part of it and when y/n woke up there only some boys ok like 7 or something so shes a og kinda 

Re editing.
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