Late one full moon night, I brought a baby wolf pup into the world, as alive and healthy as can be; not knowing what else to do, I carried her home...
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of an infant human crying. It was then I realized that I now had in my care, a rare werewolf, a baby at that.
I didn't know what to do, how on Earth could a normal eighteen year old girl like me raise a wolf child? It was a next to impossible task, especially in a neighborhood like Hemming's Haven, but I try my utmost to do the right thing, even if it means sacrificing other things, like my old life, from which I'm glad to have escaped from.
I wonder, back then, if I had known what adventures this little wolf child would drag me into, the terror, the craziness, the unforgettable memories that we would experience, the very different people we would meet, the trouble that we kept attracting (the good and bad kind), and that idiot who is unfortunately related to her that keeps getting on my nerves because he is too cocky and arrogant and too soft and oh-so-mysterious...ahem...
Would I have still picked her up? Hell yeah!!!
Well... maybe not because of 'him' , but for everything else, I wouldn't have missed it for the world, nor the other worlds either...
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