Werewolf. Shapeshifter. Spirit Warrior. Freak of nature.
No matter the name I am called, I am born to duty, born to a life I did not choose. I calm arguments, bark orders, lead this small pack of brothers. And our sister.
Leah.
One of our circle, she sits on gray haunches, deep brown eyes glancing over me, unseeing. I hear her pain, hear the echo of bitterness in her panting. I long for the days when I wanted to comfort her, but they are gone. She is an unwelcome reminder of what I lost...and what I have gained.
Emily.
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