Of the Wolves

Of the Wolves

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The storm was like nothing Nolan had ever seen in his nineteen, nearly twenty years. The rain was so heavy and thick, that even with his powerful vision, he could barely three feet in front of him. His hunting party was struggling behind him, but Nolan knew that stopping would only be worse. His father had told him that if he didn't return with the every single person, that there was no use coming back. Even though Nolan was not in charge of the party, his father would still make him hold the responsibility for it. Through the rain and sleet, Nolan could faintly make out a glow about a ten yards away. "We're going to stop up at the shelter!" He screamed. Some of the men, he knew heard him, he just hoped others would follow. They came to a cabin. It was impossible to describe, because the only way they knew it was there was by touching it. Nolan's feet found steps, and his hands found the door. He knocked. And they waited. He knocked again. And they waited. Nolan was about to knock a third time when the door opened.
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_A broken wolf_ I have longed for a mate and yearned for love. Maybe my parents loved me, but I have no memory of either of them. My aunt never cared about me and I don't know why she even bothered raising me in the first place. I have faced terrible beatings and abuse by my aunt. My memories were taken away whenever I witnessed something I shouldn't. I was broken. I didn't think I could be broken down more. Until I was mated to the future Alpha of the Shadow Pack. The Pack's playboy with a new girl in his bed almost every week. I thought he'd change and see me for who I am and not just someone he's forced to be with. But he didn't so I ran away, leaving the werewolf world behind and entering a new one. _The Alpha_ Growing up, I thought I had everything, but there was always something missing. The day she left ruined me inside. I searched for her endlessly, until I found her five years later. She was broken, something I realized was mine to fix, including the damage I caused as well. But things happened at the wrong time. I declared war with the other purebloods who wanted hybrids dead. A war she wanted nothing to do with. She never wanted this life and yet I forced her back into it. I killed the Dark Alpha, slowly trying to tear his empire apart throughout my miserable years. After everything, I just wanted her to be mine again and I prayed that's what I get once everything was over.

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