An Alpha's Mercy

An Alpha's Mercy

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In my world, there are three sorts of were-creatures, were-wolves, were-cats, were-bears. And even though the races hate each other, everything fits. Except me. When I was four mother was killed before my eyes and my father went insane. For the next ten years my father tortured me until, on my fourteenth birthday I snapped. After killing my own father, I patrolled the woods and as my territory grew, so did my reputation as a cold hearted killer. "I have many names; Phantom, The lone shadow, were-killer. No one, save myself, knows my real name, but to me it is a bit a joke. The name my dead parents gave me is Mercy." *Just Pre-warning you I write really slowly!!* Sorry!
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