Shark Island

Shark Island

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Just a little preview considering this book is long! I remember the day it all began, me leaving home. Setting off to find an island that I could call my own, but one day a storm came and the rest is a blank. I woke up on a plank next to my boat which was basically destroyed. I opened my eyes slowly and saw light. There was an island nearby, but the light made no sense. Then I realized the island was inhabited by people. I got closer and closer. I finally reached shore and was greeted with a bunch of spears. A boy came up from crowd, he managed to calm everyone down and turned back to me. "Who are you?" He asked me. "Depends who is asking." I replied, I never really learned to trust anyone. "I am King Steven, the ruler of this island!" He said boldly as I rolled my eyes. "You sound like an idiot." I muttered and apparently he heard me because he gave me an evil look. "You are the one trespassing on our island, so watch it." He said and looked at my damaged boat. "So why are you here?" He asked me. "My boat was struck with lightning and I lost course. I will stay here for only a week at most then leave." I said and he looked at my boat once more then back to me. "Fine, only a week and no more." He said and left I looked toward the crowd and looked around. "Is no one going to show me around?" I said as I folded my arms. A girl about three inches shorter than me made her way through the crowd until she was in front of me. "Hi I'm Azalea!" She told me and I offered my hand for a handshake. "Ashley, pleasure to meet you." I said and she shook my hand. "Well I guess I'll be showing you around! Follow me!" She said happily and I followed her into the jungle. Above us were treehouses, there seemed to be a lot here. Suddenly we stopped in front of one. "This is your treehouse, the one to your right is mine." She said as she pointed to another treehouse. "Well go to sleep, you're probably tired. Welcome to Shark Island." She said as she left.
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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