Broken Falls

Broken Falls

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The headstone was cracked and weather-worn: **Rebecca Silverwood (1730-1746).** Blood ran fresh down her neck, but the wound had long since healed. Her eyes burned with hunger. Her smile revealed fangs sharpened by centuries of silence. "I'm back," she whispered - and the darkness listened.
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Adelaide was a happy young wolf, looking forward to the excitements of a wolf life. Their mate, their pack family, their own family. The joys of being half monster and half human. That was until the pack started whispering when her family would pass by. Some would cower in fear and some would bear their neck as if submitting to us. "We were of no power, we were hardly significant at all? Just a family of medium standing wolves in a normal pack far from anywhere of significance. Yet, we were watched, hunted, and inevitably... killed." Her voice comes cold, falls flat upon her ears not even registering the weight of her own words. Her pain long pushed away, packed in the small chest she keeps it in, never really knowing what had caused her the turmoil. His hand caressed under her chin and she regained her focus on him. He pushed at the tears she hadn't realized spilled over unto her cheeks. "Except you." "Except me, the survivor."

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