[Highest Ranking: #169 in moongoddess] [Highest Ranking: #78 in luck] [Highest Ranking: #43 in lunarchronicles] - - - The door only in arms length so close but yet so far. Whispers of cold air dance in the room alerting me that there's a presence behind. The unsteady tension growing increasingly yet no movement is made. For what seems like hours facing this huge oak door, only minutes whisk by. "Let me try and heal you" his strained voice called out. No reply "Please?" He begged again. I blew out a slight breath I didn't realise I was holding in. "You can try to heal an open wound but it may never heal." I answered, my voice becoming slightly strained, still facing the wooden door. "Thank you." The voice sounded light as a feather as if a heavy weight had been lifted off. My nod barely noticeable, with that I swung the door open and closed it hearing every cog turn. My back leaned for support against the door which separated me from the figure. I sighed. What have I gotten my self into... ___________________________________________ Hi. So I'm almost 18. No parents their dead. All I have is my Aunt but she won't be coming back any time soon. Yes she got re-married and moved out or so I'm told. Sounds awful right? I have suffered ENOUGH in this day and age. Since things have happened so early in my life, I've learned to be more independent too independent that I ended up putting a wall to anyone and everyone. But the well built wall seems crumble to pieces when two invading forces try to break in -- to get to my past; to reach me before my past consumes me...whole. But let's not forget that this is our werewolf story. **** Remember May The Moon Goddess be ever in your favour... This isn't going to be a cliché I'm trying. Please do not copy or rename this story to make it yours because if you do I will find out thanks.
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