Rayvin

Rayvin could smell that familiar scent. That nasty suffocating smell that choked her even in her dreams. The metallic rotting stench she could never forget. It terrified her. "Rayvin, why aren't you coming home?" She stood frozen in place, staring at the woman who was waiting for her with her arms open wide for an embrace. Her beautiful but villianess face which resembled Rayvin's own smiling at her warmly. But that smile only strikes fear into her heart. "Rayvin. A wolf is nothing without her REAL family, don't ever forget that."

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Revamped rejuiced rewritten Rayvin novel! Taking inspiration from my old story and turning it into a more tolerable and less eye bleeding version~!! (Though it'll still bleed eyes at least the eyes might shed tears occasionally instead? I hope. Aha.) :3