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Preternatural

Preternatural

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The year is 2902, three hundred years since the solar flare that killed off most of the human race. But there were a few that survived and learned how to adapt to the changed world. Those that adapted, also had genetic adaptations. Powerful abilities, good and evil. There was no such thing as a normal human anymore. These human hybrids didn't go unhunted, though. They too had to fight for survival. This was the time of the Preternatural's.
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Since that day of the attack on my pack I was on the Run. Jumping between covens and packs was my life. I ran because whoever killed my family back then is still out looking for me. I am Ophelia Woods the only living tribrid on this earth. I Have been on the run for over 100 years. Lets just say I have seen how the world has changed, how supernatural's could live in peace with the humans . But I was still on the run. I couldn't enjoy the life of a normal supernatural until I met someone. Until I met him. Eyes that could see into your soul but as word gone around about him, he was the most feared werewolf on this Earth. Alpha of Alphas. A man that outlived so many lives and killed so many, yet he never had a Mate. That is why most Supernatural's thought he is what he is because he was mate less. Until our eyes met and I Knew at that moment. Whoever was chasing me won't be the death of me. It would be him.

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