I spent years away from my home, I thought being around my other peers would help me stop thinking about Chris. Even though he was my childhood friend I missed him dearly. A trait my mother called weakness. A sight I swore never to show in front of her or anyone else in the Eon pack. Though we were a few, the rules were strict, not following them meant rejection from the others otherwise death. But after a long time of not seeing Chris, I met someone,his name was Miguel Torres. A wealthy billionaire werewolf. He came from the respectable, feared, Torres Fire pack “Mother, father he is here. Zelda’s mate is here.” Said Monica. She is my little sister, I am a year older than her. She has the looks of my mother, blue bulgy eyes and black silky long hair. While I take after my father. Brown eyes and blonde annoying hair that requires constant maintaining. In simple words, it sucks. Picking an outfit was difficult but my mother made things easier by borrowing me her gold and black dress
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