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born blood

born blood

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 10, 2015
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Paranormal
Why me? who would want anything to do with me? Hey! So I'm about to go through training tomorrow and I decided to keep a journal in my experience. Oh I totally forgot so I'm a werewolf........ No I wasn't bitten. My mom was a werewolf and when she met my dad (a.k.a. the omega of my pack) they were young and reckless, at least that's what she said. I was born into the pack that's technically what it means. I am the youngest of my pack. I usually screw things up cause I'm either to slow or I'm not strong enough and I can't form into a full wolf yet. That's what training is for. Tonight the pack us going to take me to a camp site near spirit river where the alpha of the pack and the omega will perform a ritual. They will awaken our ancestors and tell them that i will be taking the responsibility of becoming a full wolf.
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I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't run any further. My aching paws pounded against the hard ground of the forest as I ran further and further from my packs territory. I looked behind my wolf and saw about five other wolves including a giant black wolf that I'm assuming was the Alpha's. I wasn't to sure though because I'd never actually seen his wolf. In fact, I'd never seen any other wolves apart from my own. During fights I was always locked in a cell in the basement so that I was never at risk of getting hurt or worse, killed. I had to stay alive for the sake of the pack. I kept them together, kept them strong; even if it meant being their punching bag. And that's why I'd never ran away till now. Why? Because I'm an Omega.

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