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Abram Woodson lost his parents when he was only a teen. With nightmares plaguing his sleep he spends his sleepless nights working. He's now twenty-one, meaning he needs to find his mate.
The Elders have come with female candidates for Al...
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**A/N: I sort of got emotional writing the beginning to this... HAHA. **
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Abram barely gets the front door shut before his wolf takes over and he shifts. Abram's eyes clear of tears and his vision sharpens as his wolf takes over. He runs across the front yard into the trees. He runs without a destination in mind, only that he needs to run and get fresh air.
That dream. It was a memory. A memory from six years ago.
Abram's paws pound at the ground, dirt, leaves, and grass flying into the air from every hit and his speed. The morning air is cool but Abram cannot feel it with how hot his body already is and the thick black fur covering him.
Six years ago he watched his mother's head get ripped right off her body. Right before he passed out he saw the silver sun necklace on the Rogues. Then he was pulled into whatever realm or place the moon goddess is. He remembers it now. He remembers how confused he was. How beautiful the forest and Selene were.
Abram remembers it all now.
Abram skids to a stop as he notices his surroundings. His breath hitches in his throat. He has avoided this part of his land for six years. Why would he come here now? Was he drawn here from the memory? Or was it just a coincidence?
Abram takes a deep breath before stepping further into the area of trees. Abram feels like there is an imaginary wall that he walks through. The wall tells him to stay away but his feet move on their own, pushing right through the wall.
Abram's heart feels heavy inside his ribcage as he looks around. The area looks overgrown like no one has visited this area. Not a scent from any of his pack members linger. Maybe his pack also avoids this area and not just Abram. Not a single piece of evidence that an animal has passed through.
The grass is tall, thick green and brown moss covers the trees and rocks, and weeds crawl everywhere. It looks abandoned in every sense of the word. Not even a breeze can be felt right now. Like nothing wants to disturb this area except the plants.
Abram looks around the area. His eyes training on the area his father and his Beta both fell next to each other. Abram takes a hesitant step forward. The blood from that day has been washed away from all the rain and snowfall that has fallen in the past six years. But Abram feels like the blood is still there, stained into the ground and tree trunk for the rest of time.
The body parts were removed that same day after the Rogues disappeared. But Abram can see them still. He can see his father and his Beta laying in a pool of their own blood, their throats ripped open, and their legs torn off.
