The Never ending War

The Never ending War

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The day that I was born was the day that my pack got attacked by the Blood pack. But instead of leaving me alone to die they raised me as if I am their own daughter, they taught me how to be kind and gentle but fiercely and powerful at the same time. They showed me how I can use my body to as a weapon without any help. The only thing I know is that I was born on the day of one of the biggest attacks in Werewolf history, two thousand wolfs attacked the Blue moon pack and the only survivor was a little newborn baby who could nearly survive... The Alpha didn't care though, he raised me like I'm his child. I never missed something and my clothes were always in perfect state, I was, still am, the only one under the twenty in the so called Rogue community. That means that I had to learn it the hard way. This world is cursed, the wolves are no longer wolves and humans are no longer fully human anymore... The trees in the forest are dying because of the blood that's spilled on the ground of the unclaimed piece of forest that remains after all these years of war. It's called The Never ending war.
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My memories always haunt me. And they never cease. They come back when I hear a simple howl at night. I wish they would just disapear, like how I made all my fear. But I know it's impossible. Fear is always easier to get rid of, of course, when you have nothing else to live for. I remember the night. The night my family was brutally murdered. The night I became a rogue. I remember all the screaming of my friends. None of us knew they would attack us that night. The night of our festival of the moon. I always wondered how I was the one to survive, the runt of the pack. . . Willow is a rouge after the tragic event of a rouge attack on her village three years ago. She now lives alone in the forest. But when she's discovered by an alpha and his beta, she has no choice but to try and run away again. But how is that possible when the alpha is her mate.

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