The Crescent  Moon Curse

The Crescent Moon Curse

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I am a 15 year old female werewolf. My name will stay unknown because of my past and my father. My original pack is the Fire Light pack. The Fire light pack was the most dominant pack in our area. My big brothers were the alpha and beta of the pack. My father was a very cruel man. I was abused by my pack my whole life. My crescent mark has cursed me every since I was born. My pack disowned me at 12 years old. I ran away 2 years after that. My new pack River Moon treat me as their own. Now that I have come to age I have to be an alpha of Fire Light pack. It is my decision now to choose to be the alpha of my original pack or my new home. I must now decide between life or freedom.
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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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