If I could

If I could

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Horus was never the strong wolf, nor was he even close to spiritually active. He doesn't believe in gods or spirits and he never will. He's the runt of the litter and has next to no friends. Him not enjoying spiritual rituals and what not nearly has gotten him kicked out of the pack. The only reason he may stay is thanks to his mother. Yet what happens when everything he ever knew and loved is ripped away from him? Who can he trust in a crippled and brutally mangled world infected by the mutated rabies infection? But the biggest question is, how will he make it on his own?
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He'd run away from home because it wasn't safe. But waking upwith Wolves who were once his kinds enemies, it didn't give him that sense of instant peace. But maybe it could be home? Or will his past come to stalk him and ruin his possible happiness? Excerpt: My mother had been a rogue tiger that Marcus had wanted and kept for his own. He wasn't my father thank god. That had been a man who'd Marcus had killed when she turned up pregnant with me. She'd died giving birth to me. As I'd grown up I'd become my mothers substitute. I don't think he really cared that I was a male. I was her child and that was enough. I'd known from a young age I was a sun tiger, only a tiger like me was solid gold with only black strips on my skin. I knew that without my clan I'd be a rogue. It had worked for my mother for years. Though she didn't have babies to care for. In truth I needed a clan to protect them. There had to be someone somewhere that would take me in. I was rare, surely that counted for something. It would be ideal for me to find my mate. I had prayed that the goddess would bring him or her to me. But now... they hadn't come to me, so I'd have to protect myself. I new the chances of me just bumping into them were nonexistent so I'd have to do what I had to in order to be safe.

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