The White Wolf

The White Wolf

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Fanfic
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(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice-captain. On a mission, having to work side-by-side with the Golden Dawn, (Y/N) found something he wanted to smile about; something that made him feel warm amongst his cold and broken world. Slowburn This story reaches to subject such as; Trauma, Insomnia, Devils, Death, Hatred, Rejection, Abandonment, Loss of Self-Worth, Cold Personality, Murder, Blood, Violence, Death, Grief. If any of these will trigger you, please don't read. I don't want you hurting... This is somewhat Appearance Based character! Please do not accuse me of whitewashing!
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Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

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