They say that we get to choose the way we live, that we can change our fate. That not everything is destined..,
But what if all what they say is nothing but a bunch of old imaginary words said by a group of high old men. What if you open your eyes finding your fate was destined for you and you only to go along.
And I ask myself; why we have to clean other people's mess? I find myself engulfed in my deep thoughts. Wishing that If I can only disappear or just die. I didn't ask for this and I never wanted it.
Walking through the big dark trees in the forest while the moon was above my head in the dark black sky round and full. I could feel the vibes as the moon was trying to talk to me . I stopped looked upward and screamed as loud as I could, cried as hard as I could and howled as the rains started falling along the booming sound of the thunder.
Well hey guys whats upp ? I have been living a conflict weather to start publishing my story. I wish you like the beginning, it well make me decide weather to continue or not. Any opinions please be my guest .
Thnks xx
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The Chaos
WerewolfBetween packs it is known that an Alpha is always a male leader. Within her suffer and being through lots of conflicts Kityana finds herself standing against the alphas union by choosing not to unite her pack with another pack nor to mate with an...
