My Sweet Viola

My Sweet Viola

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Romance
The tale goes a few rears, the end of the infamous Bleeding Midngiht's end. Other's wolves still say you can here the screach of the daught as she died echoing through the trees on her aniversary. Though I should tell you that is not quiet how the tale goes. Viola is a secretly passionate girl who has empty eyes, but she is very agressive, witty, and not afaid to fight back (even if she could loose her head). Viola is special, when she was young a enemy pack attacked her pack, adn she killed them all with just a screech. One day sitting on her usual spot on her lovely loathing bridge, a group of six brothers happen apon her and learn about her and love her.
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