"Mommy, tell me about the story again, I want to hear it! I won't be afraid this time." The young girl whined, pulling at her freshly braided hair that her mother had done. She was almost ready for bed- her purple star and moon pyjamas on, but she wanted a story. The story.
"Honey, you say that every time, and you always get frightened." Her mother cooed softly. "How about Goldie-Locks and the Three Bears, or Snow White? You love those ones." She reasoned, but the child was not having it. "No, I'm old enough to hear it Momma, one more chance?" She pleaded, poking her bottom lip out.
Though her mother wanted to say no, who could resist the pouty-face. "One chance." She agreed before she sat down on the corner of the small bed. "Malachai Manson was the Alpha of the Black Dusk pack. He was the cruelest, baddest Alpha of them all. One night, far past your bed time, they say a witch cursed him, taking away his heart for he should never be able to love. He was cruel then, he's ruthless now. To this day, Malachai Manson kills brutally, he's a soul you'll never want to meet, and Dear, I hope you'll never have to meet him."
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Malakai's Possession
WerewolfErika Bloome was pure innocence. She was the sweetest young woman, and she wasn't very defiant unless need be. Sometimes she was sensitive, other times she was a little stubborn. She truly loved her family and friends. Beauty along with intelligence...
