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It's been.. 13 years, 189 days, 16 hours and 20 seconds Since I was first taken away from my family. My pack. 9 years since I've lost my hope to be found. 8 and half years since I've lost my will to live. 16 long years of living. But then a miracle happened. I escaped. He found me. I'm now safe. or so I thought... Now I have to run.
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Leaving one pack to join another. My family life was never perfect. I actually couldn't remember a time when it was good. I always wished I would meet my mate and he would take me away from all of this but it became obvious I needed to save myself. So I left. It was then I met my mate but he didn't want me. So I keep saving myself. What happens when your fated to be together but nothing seems to go right?

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