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"Lillian Ann Woods!" my father yelled," Get your scrawny ass out here and make me my breakfast!" As if I could call him my father. He's the alpha of my pack of I guess you say torturers. My mom was human and was his mate. But sadly as soon as I came into this world she left. Taking any compassion my dad once had with her.
Now I live in the basement of the pack house and do everyone's chores. Sounds wonderful right?
Life is just... Peachy I guess.
I groaned and rolled out of bed. "Coming sir."
Please this is my first story on here. Tell me what you think. I will listen to anything you guys have to say. I am open minded when it comes to criticism.
847 ranking in werewolf