Preface
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She was born in the midst of a storm and cries of another newborn.
She was as swift as the wind of a hurricane.
She was as fierce as the lightning of the storm.
Her once golden irises turned grey as her white sclera turned black, her position evident.
Her voice BOOMED as the thunder came, causing everyone else to kneel.
Her laughter brightened everyone else's day.
But her disappearance caused everyone's smile to falter.
She was taken in the middle of a sunny day, as opposed to the weather when she was born. Her day started with a mischievous grin, it ended with a cry for help.
But that did not stop her from running.
That did not stop her from fighting.
She was the Heir, and no one can stop her from being who she was from the very start.
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The Heir (on-hold)
WerewolfShe was born in the midst of a storm and cries of another newborn. She was as swift as the wind of a hurricane. She was as fierce as the lightning of the storm. Her once golden irises turned grey as her white sclera turned black, her position evid...
