![]() I don't even know if any of my companions will notice me if I fall asleep and don't wake up one day.It was a Monday morning when I was woken in the usual manner, the all-to-familiar feeling of ice-cold water crashing onto me in a harsh and painful manner. It was not that I had any illness, but that my health had deteriorated from chronic hunger and fatigue. It didn't bother me I didn't have that long left anyway. It wouldn't be long until they had to align themselves to another pack, give over control to another Alpha due to having no other choice. I could see he was running the pack into the ground it was seemingly oblivious to everyone else. He was an incompetent Alpha and in many ways I was more capable than he was. Nothing changed for me when my brother became the next Alpha. I was treated worse than a slave, the reason being that it was my pack, my family, my parents who were treating me in such a way and not some random person I was taking orders from. ![]() Again I didn't know why, since I was sure I hadn't done anything to offend them in such a way, but I cannot remember. Anyway I'm getting off track, but to put it both crudely and bluntly my family hated me. To be honest I wouldn't have thought it existed if it hadn't of been for me watching as couples mated over the years, it was both painful and amazing to watch.I didn't think I would ever find a mate which was what made it painful. I was hated in the pack, the reason unknown since as far back as I could remember I never knew what it was like to be loved. I was supposed to be respected in the Wolf Pack, but all I got was ridicule and abuse, and I was used to it. You may not believe it, but I am the daughter of Alpha of the pack. Years of starvation and rood rations will do that to a person. The most werewolves are very athletic, but I was unhealthily thin. In fact, My complexion like nearly all werewolves was naturally deeply tanned, the genes which had been passed down to me from my parents being the reason why. It was called the 'midnight' pack, it was my personal hell. I belong to a pack of werewolves who are known for their skill in both tracking and taking down enemies, though the pack was far from the greatest out there. My name is Holly Woods and I am 16 years old.
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