Angela looked up, surprised at the question. What was it again? Oh, Monster. She leaned her chin on Moony and said, her eyes glazed over,
"My mother calls me like that all the time. If it isn't monster, it's freak. I just found out my name today, when she threw me out with the documents."
She gulped down her sob, and burried her head in Moony. He was always there for her. A silent support. She never realized how secluded she was before. She had no friends, no family, no nothing. There was only Moony and her.
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the moon is not shamed by the howling of the werewolves;
Fanfictionwhen Angela transforms into a werewolf, her mother throws her out of her house. With only the address of her father and some money for the road, Angela goes on a journey to meet her father. Will he like her? Accept her?
