Vindicator

Vindicator

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Vindicator: verb 1. To exact revenge 2. To defend, maintain or insist in ones rights 3. To clear of accusation, blame, suspicion or doubt *** Athena has been raised all her life as a worrier, trained both mentally and physically to the brink of insanity. She has been moulded into the perfect killing machine, but at what cost? From a young age she has been told that a species known as Lycans were the uttermost evil in the world and had to be stopped no matter the cost. They were ruthless and unmerciful, nothing would ever appose them or stand in there way. The Dreptate Vânătoare is a society that has made its chief goal to completely eradicate the world of Lycans by training and pinning their own kind against them. The plan seemed full proof, but what they didn't count on was one of there own turning against them. So when Athena comes face to face with the creatures she has been nurtured to despise naturally her first instinct is to kill, but for some reason upon closer inspect the unusual feeling of belonging kicks in. *** "We are the Dreptate Vânătoare, the shadows that hunt in the night." (I know I kinda suck at descriptions, but please give this story a chance as I'm really exited about it!)
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It's been two years since my father's death, and I still haven't found those responsible. My name is Athena Argos, and I'm a member of the Blood-Moon pack in Montana. My father, Gamma Hector Argos, was my hero, and I idolized him. After my first shift, my parents realized I was different from other lycan. My wolf, Enyo, had glowing blue eyes, was almost the size of an Alpha pup, and she had a mark on her forehead in the shape of a crescent moon. We also shifted at ten, which was six years before most wolves shifted. From that day, my father did everything he could to protect me and to stop outside packs from finding out I was different. But when I was sixteen, our pack was attacked, and my father was killed. Unfortunately, no one ever found those responsible. So, six months before my 18th birthday, I decided to take matters into my own hands. After being sent into a trap, I discover a lead that points to other packs that were attacked in Arizona, so I leave Montana to track down those packs and find out what they know. While I'm there, I discover that there is more to my father's death, and my differences, than meets the eye. Content Warning: Course language/profanity, violence, death and sex scenes

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