The Outcast

The Outcast

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We walked to the top of the double stair case, looking down on everyone. I took a deep breath as my father introduced me, but I wasn't listening. I repeated the steps in my head and realized that I was really nervous. I heard my cue and began to think of things that make me angry. I took short breathes and I felt my bones start to shift. I let the anger consume me, and it grew stronger and stronger until I heard screams and cries. I found control and looked around. Everyone was running and screaming. I turned around to a mirror and saw something strange. A fox. A petite fox, on fire. I didn't feel warm or a burning sensation. I calmed my anger and the fire went out and I was left with a fox staring back at me. I tried to calm everyone but they ran for their life when they saw me. I ran into my room and shifted back and dressed into my shorts and tshirt. I cried and realized how much of a freak I am.
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"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

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