The Girl with the Scar

The Girl with the Scar

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Ingrid Legend was diffrent from all the other kids in her village. When she was a litte girl she was said to be marked by a demon. But thats not how it worked. When she was five, she was in a medow chasing a butterfly. But she didnt't see the wolf behind her. It crept up on her, and slashed her back. A scar was left behind. The marck of a werewolf. No one knows what it means. Only that your are marked for death. Her villiage has been fitting werewolves for a while. They finialy struck a deal that agreed to sacerfice the prettiest girl on their village in exchange for them to stop attacking them and their families. The beasts agreed to the terms. The girl was marked at a yong age, and at 19 be given to the wolves. this year, it was Ingrids turn. But someting else happned. Something about Ingrid always made her different from everyone. Something that made her more...outspoken. Thank you Rebel_Spirit15 for the amazing cover!
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