Never let me go..

Never let me go..

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Prologue I need to get away from here. Being hurt so much by people you once called family, it's like a dagger been placed inside me intentionally. Dragging my worn out feet up a familiar path that leads to a place I always go to when my father hurts me in ways no child could want to experience. Cherry blossom trees sway in the gentle, cool breeze which blows against against my tear stained face. Sycamores stand tall over the rock edges of what I call heaven, the red breasted robin flies out towards the gleaming, descending sun shedding the last rays of sunlight on the dark places below this haven. I sit down amongst the crusty, golden leaves that cover the forest floor. I close my eyes taking in the beauty of nature before releasing All the pain. The negativity. All the sorrow. My cheeks sting from the tears as events replay in my head. I curl myself into a ball, lost within my thoughts. I cry knowing no one could feel my pain. Suddenly, a twig snaps and immediately my wolf instincts are on high alert and so am I, scanning the surroundings I know I'm not alone. Another twig snaps, my head follows the direction only to be staring into the darkness of the trees. Sniffing the pine, oak air a strong masculine scent filled my nostrils, sending shivers down my spine. Staring back into the darkness of the weltering trees a pair of stormy grey eyes looked back at me from the darkness.....
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Bitten

Life has never seemed more serene than as I lay dying. Blood coats the forest floor beneath me, connecting with the foilage-covered soil in a parade of musty, copper smells. Through the rain drops that fall on me from the treetops, I can feel the icy breath of a dawning winter. It will be cold this year. It's a shame Ill never see it- I love the cold. Most cold. This cold that envelopes me now is hostile and uninviting, almost empty. They say that when you're faced with death, your life flashes before your eyes. The same could not be said for me. All I can think about in that moment, is the wolf. *COMPLETED* #1 Shapeshifter #1 Marked #16 Romance

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