Thrown to the Wolves

Thrown to the Wolves

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Publikasi terakhir Min, Des 25, 2011

My name is Lucia; I was only sixteen when my family was murdered brutally. My mother and father had to watch as each of their children was slaughtered like animals. When they got to me they hesitated. They inspected me and decided I had a promising future. Then I was forced to watch the murder’s kill my parents with sharp, short daggers that they concealed in their leather boots. These murderers became my family. My family was known as The Roman Pack, each individual were called Wolves. They spared me and took me as one of their own. They trained me with every possible skill known to Rome at the time. It was a lot for a sixteen year old to take in, but now I am the most dangerous thing known to man. I am the lurking shadows. I am the darkness. I am death. I am an Assassin. This is the story of how one woman took down an entire organization of highly trained killers, and got my revenge. The Roman Pack never saw it coming. After all I was the best Wolf they’ve ever trained. This is my story.

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