(This story is base off of my real life with my mother pass,but I can't see her through a chant or etc.. but sometimes when I sleep I get vision and memories of her)
Alpha... that what I'm called now ever since the incident with the Griffins many centuries ago,back when I was only 8 months and being taught to fight in ways of a warrior.
After that battle to death for us wolves,my mother had gotten really ill and wounded,but in the end;my mother's wounds healed,but her illness kept getting worst.
December 10 just a couple of weeks before Christmas, that I decided to visited my mother at the Medicine Clan. Grandma or I call her now Mom when with me too for protection she says but I already know that a lie.
As we came I saw a sight that made my blood boil, my mother,the most beautiful woman/wolf I ever known was right there in that bed;pale as our enemies,vampires as her hair...a tangle mess and lighter than any black haired woman should look like,with blood in her hair,cloths,
"Mother" words that I said through pain.
Slowly started to walk up to the creature in the bed that smells like my mother,but doesn't look like her.
"LeAnne..,my dear *cough*..it all right...fine."said the a squeaky voice of a person I idolised so much.
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The bind of a mother and daughter
WerewolfIt hurts me every time I go into the Nursery,watching those pups play with there mothers and other pups. I feel like I can't have that. The love of a child-Parent bond
