Clusters of Her

Clusters of Her

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This is a secret, okay? You and me? I'm the one in charge. I'm the one who's supposed to pull the puppet strings. Not her. How did she took charge? She was supposed to be imaginary. I didn't ask for an imaginary friend to enter my mind. Yes, I do invite her to my tea parties sometimes but I do not invite her to my mind. I locked that door. but she manages to welcome herself in. And I hate it when she takes over. No one is supposed to know about this. Oh no, Am I making another imaginary friend. I need to stop now before I become a whole different person but here's the thing. Her name is Lucy and I'm Audrey. I'm Audrey, always remember that. Audrey Hofer. That's me. That's my name.
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On my 16th birthday I thought my dad was a nut case. He talked about being a witch and werewolf hybrid mix in a long line of the almost extinct crescent moon pack. My twin brother and I would never see each other after our transition. Only the stronger twin would survive. I didn't expect it to be me. I always thought I was the weaker twin. Now I'm the lone survivor of my pack. Training starts immediately. My mother was gone, my brother was dead and apparently I was a wanted witch-wolf hybrid by powerful deadly beings. My survival depended on this training. I was the sole survivor and the most strongest alpha in the world. All I had to do was find my strength and train. I needed to build my pack from scratch. Of course my brothers best friend was my omega. Could things get worse? The answer is yes. Things could get worse. Much much worse.

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