"Help us..."
I look down, seeing two twins sitting on the ground, backs leaning against the wall.
As it rains I can see them trembling pitifully in the cold rain, as I was warm under my umbrella.
They both clung to one another and it made me remember when I was younger and loved my sibling... Now seeing people with their siblings sickens me.
"I will be of no use to help you Omegas." I say with a sneer at the edge of my voice, smirking as I feel satisfied.
As I walk on, my feet become planted in the ground. My expensive boots become flooded with rain as I can't seem to move from my spot.
But this smell...
No, it can't be.
I feel claws growing slowly, my breathing becoming heavy as my vision blurs in this already blurry world.
I twist around, seeing those twins looking up at me with horror in their eyes.
I start stepping towards them.
"Stay away, please!" One of them gets up, standing in front of other, trying to protect his weaker twin.
I grab his wrist, my claws sinking into his skin. His skin becoming pale as my teeth grind.
"Mine."
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After the murder of her parents, sentenced to live the rest of her life out as a rouge. What happens when Clara stop's running to save a girl from non-other than a rouge, and the girl just so happens to be the Alpha's sister. Follow the story as Clara gains a better understanding of this mysterious Alpha, and face the terrors the haunt her past.
Sneak Peek:
'What are you doing turn around and go back, where safe here. I know it.' Said Maia ignoring her request I shifted and ran into the forest. I didn't know this forest well and was sure I was getting lost, though I still kept running. I heard a bundle of footsteps that weren't my own. I stopped tacking a moment to even my breathing, when I was jumped on by a big wolf he was probably double the size of me. He was pure black with a white patch on his chest. He was the alpha.
Oh shit
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This is my first book, so I hope you enjoy please give it a go. The description might not be that good, but I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it.
Was written by me at 13 it is cliche and full of spelling and grammatical errors, that I'm not going to fix (I'm lazy). Read at your own risk.