The Warrior

The Warrior

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Hi, my name is Zelda Beta. My name Zelda means warrior in the ancient language . I live in Hollywood, California. I am currently staying as a 'slave' at the Blue Mountains Pack. That's right pack. I live with werewolves. I was found when I was a baby left to die. white hair with blue tips, people always tease me on my hair saying I died it but I don't I have natural blue tips. I was rescued by the beta and his mate, they died when I was 11 protecting their son, James; the alphas son, Mac,; and Me. Ever since they died I have been a slave and blamed me for the death which is NOT true It was more Mac and James fault then mine. I was just at the wrong place at the wrong time which is normal for me.so anyway when I find out my mate is Mac is my mate he rejects me, I accept and I'm gone the next day BOOM I left their lives, but here's the thing this in not a normal story I don't run back to him and we live happily ever after. Wanna find out what happens you gotta read to find out.
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Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. One must grow up. But when The Princess of Kaupa, is married off to the King of the Theas. What seems to be a match made by the avaricious King of Kaupa, turns out to be a match made by the gods. Folktales and legends are the essence of childhood, but there comes a time when they must be left behind. Or must they? * * * I tilt my head to look at him. I have tears in my eyes; one is running down my cold cheek. I see his eyes widen and him falling to his knees beside the tub. He grasps my left arm forcefully, his eyes wide with fear. "You will never have me..." My voice breaks, but I manage to force out the words that are edged in my mind, and in my heart. "I curse you, everything you ever love shall die, everything you ever try shall fail, everything you ever wish for shall be denied you, my curse will ruin you, but the gods... the gods will end you..." I draw in a shaky breath, and gather the last of my strength. "The gods are as sardonic as they are vengeful... You shall die by the hand of The Spirit Warrior..." In the few moments after I say those words, there is utter silence and the only thing I hear is the sound of my blood hitting the water in the tub, which is already painted red. I see him opening his mouth and yell at me, yelling my name, but I hear nothing. I close my eyes and I feel only the blood steadily dropping from my wrist. "Put me in the same coffin..."

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