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Morrigan Larson, or just Mor as some called her had moved to Belgrave University thinking it would be a new start. A way to put as much distance between herself and her suffocating family.
She hated them. She hated the expectations they upheld for her, the standards she was forced to maintain. Because god forbid if she got anything less than perfect she'd be disgraced.
She probably wouldn't have been able to stick them much longer if she hadn't had her own secret, her own escape from reality.
Mor was a werewolf. At least of sorts... she didn't know much about the subject but she had suspected as much when she'd picked up an old wolf rug, and it had 'molded' to her. After practice she was able to turn at will easily.
Downside of being a wolf is you always had to stash clothes in usual spots, plus emotions running high did not help.
Upside was the sped up healing and the wolf inside her was almost like a companion of sorts. Redcap was his name. It wasn't that he so much as talked to her.......more like feelings and strings of thoughts. But she just somehow knew that that was his name.
As far as information went Mor had only gleaned that he had been part of some sort of society. Red left over some old argument with another wolf and never bothered to go back.
Both outcasts. Both with anger issues.
Mor never realized she was bringing the wolf right back to where he had stormed from.
Belgrave.
A/N: First ever story LMFAO i wonder if I'll ever finish. :P
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