Fighting

Fighting

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When you don't know what your fighting for, you should probally stop. Violence shouldn't be the answer. At least that was true before. But honestly, I don't remember before.
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I thought I was six. I wasn't. I thought my parents were coming back to find me. They weren't. I couldn't remember my name. I didn't know who I was. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know or remember anything. Until one night. I didn't do anything wrong, but they seem to think I did. They wanted to kill me. They still do. I was saved that night. I was saved by the him, the Alpha, who didn't know a thing about me. And ever since then, he has been the one who saved me. But nothing he can do will save me from them. The rogues. For some reason they want me, and no amount of protection will save me from them. They want me dead, and nothing will stop them from getting what they want. Except him. And he doesn't even know it.

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