by the wolves

by the wolves

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Once upon a time, many years ago, a new born baby was left in the forest. She was in a blanket in a mountain of leaves. A lone wolf, searching for food, heard the baby crying. The lone wolf didn't hurt the crying child. No, she held the tips of the blanket gently in her mouth and carried the child to the Queen. The Queen of the Wolves. The Queen held the baby in her arms, and the baby stopped fussing. The Queen of the Wolves was happier. She ruled her kingdom well with the baby at her side. The wolf who brought the baby to her was killed in battle, thus the child was named after her: Anette. When Anette grew to the young age of four, the Queen perished in the war and Anette was taken. The wolves fled from the forest before this, and came back to mourn their Queen. They could not find the child anywhere. The child was gone. Anette was gone. The tribe of wolves broke apart and the kingdom of all wolves was just a distant memory. Anette stayed locked up in the enemies prison as they grew to be the most powerful kingdom in the land of Aeh. Anette is a strong girl, and this is her story.
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"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

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