Hunting my Own Kind

Ava is almost twenty,She is in fact a werewolf that kills her own kind. See,Ever since eleven years ago with her parents dying,getting ripped to shreds by werewolves down stairs in her won very house as she cowardly hid in her closet under a blanket..her uncle had found her the next day,After hearing the devastating news that his sister had gotten innocently killed by thier own kind,He goes to the last people on earth that should be ever contacted.

Her uncle masked his scent of any traces of being a werewolf and acted as if he was human stumbling across thier land. Just like any other Pack,The people that finds them takes them to thier own leader. Ava cowardly hides behind her uncles six foot three figure as her little five foot stands under him. The leader,in surprise, grants them to stay and train and for the last Eleven years Ava has been fighting her own kind.

She has been learning to keep her scent hidden like how her uncle taught her to,but every werewolf she killed had the same question,the same look in thier eyes.

'Why are you killing your own kind?'

Of course Ava ignored the question and killed them anyway,but one day when her leader decides she had to go to school to kill all the werewolves that attended there with the help of her flirtatious friend, Theodore. Ava of course thinks it's a joke but when it really happens she wasn't laughing. While on her first day she was with Theodore and in the lunch room of the School she liked to already call hell,She has to stand up but then Her eyes lay upon a guy. A muscular figure with olive green eyes you could get lost in,with black short hair that is long enough to grip.

'Mate' her wolf stirs and her own eyes widen in horror.

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