Simon
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I stopped at the door frame and looked around. No Tiffany, No Brutus.
Then I quietly sneaked out of the kitchen with a small sandwich in my hand.
My father, the beta of Silvae Pack died several years ago from a rogue attack.
My mom, Clarice, married the alpha of our pack, Brutus, whose mate had also died a few years ago after giving birth to his daughter, Tiffany.
It was all good at first, but it turned to a living hell when two years ago, on my sixteenth birthday I shifted into something that no one, ever in the history of werewolves had ever seen- a dooling fluffy pup that can’t even fight off a sick dog.
That weakness became the reason for everyone in the pack to turn me into an easy target to bully along with Brutus, and Tiffany.
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