The day that my parents died was the worse day of my entire life. Being brutally beaten day in and day out wondering if whether I should continue living on with my so called life. The only thing that kept me going was the stories that my parents told me of how mates were and how they brought an unbelievable amount of joy in you life. Since the day I became the pack's punching bag I've been waiting for the one who was supposed to make me happy. My other half- my soul mate. The one who was supposed to save me from this hell hole of a pack. Just like in all the fairy tales that had been told to me as a child. In the end I've realized that they were lies created to give false hope. Rejected and pregnant I no longer believe in the childhood stories that were once my happy mirage. Why did it have to be him?
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Why? (Under Revision)
狼人Ever since I was child I've been waiting for my mate. The person who was supposed to make my life better after my parents died. In the end I can no longer believe the stories that were told to me as a child. I'm done I'm leaving this place rejected...
