Til Death Do Us Apart

Til Death Do Us Apart

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There is a legend within Greek Mythology. The Greeks believed that your soul used to be one, a single body with four arms, four legs, and two heads. The 12 Greek gods found it disgusting, yet frightening, by how much power we humans wield at the time. To protect their power over the humans, the gods had split up the human's deformed bodies. Which has split into two forms. Not only did that take half of our knowledge and strength. But it also took half of our soul. When we lay awake on our beds at night, our other half is awake, doing the same. Soulmates. That's what the Greeks called it. That was in 600 AD. 3000 years later, in 3600 AD. when we humans turn the age of 14, a part of our bodies will burn and decorate our skin with breathtaking designs. However these designs serve a purpose. These designs have an identical pair. The man, or woman, with the identical pair is your soulmate. These designs are called "Ann-Teik" Now, finding an identical pair of your Ann-Teik seems easy right? Well... No. It's not.
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My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

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