Leah ~Age 8~ All my life, I've been the mature one. Mother has always been strict with me so I learned how to fold laundry and wash dishes before I was five. Having fun is a luxury I can't afford to have either. Being born into a family of warriors means that 'fun' equals sparring and fighting with one another. I never liked it myself which meant I was the outcast of the family. It doesn't help that I remind people of a baby fawn either. I'm always chased by my older siblings as I'm seen as prey to them. I'm Leah the fawn, helpless, weak, and unable to fight. The bruises I gain only lead to looks of disappointment from Mother too. 'You'll find your purpose soon.' My wolf, Eden, assures me all the time. 'Don't push yourself too hard. Know your limitations, Leah. Don't live only to please others. Live for yourself.' Yeah, easier said than done! I met my wolf at age five and it was such an exciting day for me! I wanted to tell my parents, especially Mother, but after being brushed
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