Legend of the Lycanthrope

Love, it motivates us, pushes us beyond our limitations of what we deemed possible. It spurs mankind to great actions, and even greater heights. Some could argue that it's the driving force for humanity, that without it the world would cease to spin.

This love I'm speaking about runs through my veins and combines with the carbon dioxide in my lungs to create oxygen to my heart. It literally pumps my blood, and powers my every single motivation.

It's the reason why my feet are running when I feel I can run no longer.

It's the reason why I'm in this place, on this godforsaken night under the moon.

It's the reason why it's all worth it.

And it's the reason for my death.
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Meet Elle Channing, a lycanthrope on the run. She can't bear to face her demons, and instead they're chasing her down. Her family has been destroyed, any semblance of what she considered her pack, has been annihilated. The alpha-blood running through her veins and stubborn will has been keeping her alive, but what happens when she simply cannot continue any further?

A jerk with the greenest eyes, an age-old were prophecy, and the threat of the lycanthrope race being revealed to the world all mixes together in a story of blood, family, loyalty, and even finding love in the darkest of places. This is quite literally the stuff of legends.