My new form

My new form

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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.
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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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