Destined to be Forgotten (On hold) (Unsure about this one too.)

ok here we go another story, enjoy.

We are said to be monsters, ruthless killers,  we are claimed to be the legends of the Indians, but we aren't. We stand as packs, we fight as packs, and we are a pack.

We are not the beasts described by books and movies. We are closer to the actual breed then the supposed hybrids we are said to be. I have never eaten a human, but the others have. I used to be a lone, until more kids my age started to change in the same way I did. Together we found ourselves as one.

We hung low, until our uprising was demanded. We had to fight, it was meant to be told as legacy, but it changed over the years. The story gained so many false inputs that all we were any more where imposters.

I was the first one to change in over a decade; it was as if the connection with our past generations had been severed. I didn't tell a soul, it was kept a secret until I sensed another like me. I told him the story, which then turned into my legacy.

I will tell a story that has taken place, one that may be twisted by my memories. These things take place still, eventually it will be my legacy, but for now this my life.  

                My father said I was different from the time I was little, I didn't know what he meant until I hit puberty. He said around the age of thirteen I would change, and I could choose to keep that change. Well I did just that.