His Runt (Here)

Prolgue.

I wish I could say I was normal, but the worst form of deceit is self deceit. From the moment I was born, I was straight away classed as abnormal: as a freak. Discarded and cut off from every form of human life, left to aimlessly wonder in my endless abyss of pain; the only thing keeping me alive- my only way of escape-  was my dreams. My father being the Alpha, obviously wouldn't want a runt (like me) in the pack,  'Argentī Lūpo' , as it was supposedly scorned upon to be a that low a class of Were, therefore, he decided it was better for the pack (his dignity), if nobody knew about my existence. One thing led to another, and eventually I was dumped here, in a 5 inch box room.

My name is Atlanta, and this is my story.