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As I walked my mind wondered to so many things. I couldn't stop walking even though my legs wanted to give out. I wanted to stop walking so bad my legs trembled my vision blurred from the tears. My feet were sore and I'm positive the not so thick layer of my skin was rubbing off. I had been walking for two weeks to an unknown destination and four days in wolf form. I guess I was hoping that I would eventually fall off the earth but I guess thAt was just wishful thinking. His scent was the only thing keeping me on this track and even though I could no longer smell him. I kept going waiting for some sign to tell me I wasn't alone. That I didn't destroy the werewolf race.
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Every time I tried to stop, something clenched in my stomach, instinctual and feral. It compelled me to move. Sometimes it felt like it was pulling me in the opposite direction, back the way I came. That feeling I ignored - nothing short of demonic possession could convince me to go anywhere near that forest ever again. It wouldn't be nearly long enough that I would realize I hadn't imagined that pull. That some invisible force was compelling me towards that man. To Nate. When I did realize, I made sure I used it to keep running in the opposite direction of wherever it told me to go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Picture this: you're a 17 year old werewolf. Your Alpha, under false counsel, believes your entire family instigated a failed coup so he kills your parents, and you're next. Your options are basically die now, or turn rogue and die anyways. What do you choose - swift and painless, or drawn out and lonely? If you answered, "Neither," then you'd be correct. I didn't anticipate, though, that one bad theft in the beginning was going to send a ripple that would come back to haunt me in unimaginable ways.

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