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the tree shadows to lengthen on the rough ground. Diane sat there, her back leaning against a tree. She folded he
* Thump
closer. Diane raised her head up from where she buried them between her
stantly getting the stren
here" he authorized
on his shoulders, his palm held on tightly to an arrow. His blue t shirt had blood stains all over it. Diane fu
e to view. In her eight years of living, she never came across a
er looked so helpless in his entire life. He tried to fight with his fists, unfortunately, he's n
he creature's hairy animal like face. It paused and brought its
eyes widened as she tried to keep up with its intimidating glares. Gun shots echo
Run" her fa
eave withou
order. Le
carry her. She heard grunts as her dad tried to fight the wolf, more sounds
s La
ia
cent
le on her face, she counted seconds till 12am hit. 'Happy birthday to me.' she congratulated herself, clapping lightly. She rolled lazily on the small sized beer bed, her eyes blank as they stared expressionlessly onto the ceiling. They never celebrate her birthday or attach any special meaning to it but she knew today was going to be a different one. Supposedly, she'd be turning eighteen and it's a time where she 'must' discover her wolf and find her mate. That was it, what
ed her shoulders, nud
e hitting her relentlessly on the face. She steered,
oing still sleep
ession of her mother, a slight t
I promise it wo
agged Diane by the ears, leading her into the
l dark outside, probably the early hours of the morning. The house was
h the Stealth Pack. The two packs had been enemies for decades. No one expected they'd suddenly go from enemies to friends. To Diane, the main purpose of the occasion is to find her mate. She must look attractive for her mate, make him want her once they come across each other. She rummaged through a set of faded jean trousers, faded t shirts. It was at this moment it dawned on