Werewolf Huntress

Werewolf Huntress

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Veronica Rose ran away from home at the age of 9 ,the night her mother was killed by the man named Xander. He had killed her father and brother and forced her mom to marry him in return of sparing Veronica's life. Veronica shifted that night and not just into any wolf but a white wolf. She was found by a team of werewolf hunters who took her back to their clan. She was raised by them, trained by them, loved by them and cared by them. Now after 8 years she leads her own team of hunters:Ryan, Kate, Cole, Raven and herself, the strongest one of all. She was able to track down Xander and the only thing she wants is revenge.
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