The wrong one

The wrong one

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She knew she was a werewolf but of a different kind. She knew that her parents were murdered not 'met by an accident' as the newspapers and cops had claimed. She knew that her guardian whom her parents had trusted with her life after their death had sold her to her parents's murderers but she had escaped. She kept her head low and lived her life as a part-time waitress until she had met her mate who then changed her life. They lived happily atleast for a while, when things started to go wrong. Just when she thoughr she had it all perfect. Fate has something really nasty for her in store where she will be compelled to doubt in everything she has believed in. Had she chosen the wrong?
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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