Werewolves are mythical creatures, right?
Wrong, they are real. I am real.
The 1 billion of my brethren are real. More powerful through all those years. The silence about our kind through centuries is caused by the forgotten history or should I say...
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Torianna was the toughest legionnaire across the werewolf kingdom's borders. With the most clear and reliable reputation amongst other questionable ranking wolves. She was recognized and praised by her kind, especially the royals of the kingdom, who treated her dearly. But as she gazed back at the people she led and the royals who she called family, all she felt was guilt.
The secrets of her roots weighing her down every day, like a traitor in shadows.
