My pain was ignored, if anything they got off on it a sick and twisted father and daughter duo backed by blood thirsty hunters, fighting a war that they alone started. My name had long been forgotten, only small flashes of my mother's smile along with the lullaby she would sing to me as a child before bed. For years I have felt nothing but rage and searing pain by the hands of these people. Kept in wolf form so long that I have all but locked away the small amount of my human self. Deep to the back of my mind. Then I was free. With only one thing on my mind, what happened to my family that night. ------------------------------- Hey everyone or who ever clicks on my book to even see this aha, I would love for you to give this a chance. But we warned it does contain dark themes such as mention of SA, prolonged abuse, lesbian relationships and PTSD. I would love for you to vote and interact with my story. I had published a book called the wolves aura a few years back but have recently taken it down due to not liking my writing style back then. This is sort of a second attempt with that bit extra. Vote, comment and enjoy 🐾