so guys, i rewrittin this story, please tell how you guys think about it, it would be really nice and all. so continue on.
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Prologue: Intruders
Most werewolves hit maturity level around sixteen, but I am different. Most kids run around, have fun and create trouble, but for me I never had the time to have fun or play around. I was either on the run or looking others of my kind. So I never laughed and made jokes, I focused on my targets, which is probably the reason I am reaching maturity level quickly. I am mature for my age. I make adult choices and am very wise, but I am also stubborn and have an anger that can be very dangerous to anyone around me.
My family and others of my kind were slaughtered by humans who feared us. 'They will come and take you at night and eat you for dinner' humans would say to their children. Elves weren't any different. Even though they did not slaughter us out of fear or fun, they would stick an arrow into our helpless bodies for coming near their realms. It isn't our fault; we wolves are curious creatures. Any strange scent will catch our attention, for we have very sensitive noses.
A couple days ago I turned the age of twelve, and tonight I will be hitting my maturity level. You might not think it is a big deal, but for werewolves this is a huge moment. Werewolves under age only turn to their natural state at a full moon. But after, you can morph whenever you would like. I was so nervous though, but excitement also bubbled within me. It was hard protecting myself for I had no one but myself.
I smiled. After two hours of looking, I have finally found a place to transform. I wanted a quiet place to morph when the moon will appear full in a couple hours, for I knew this time the pain would be excruciating. And most people had parents to help their young children. But for me, there was not a soul. The transition will not be a piece of cake. You first feel like your whole body is on fire. Then you'll feel like your whole body has been pierced by thousands of arrows, crafted by elven craftsmen. Finally, you will feel an anger inside you, a rage that you have kept bottled up for so many years, then you will just crack, destroying everything in your way.
I climbed a tree and sat after two long hours of searching for the perfect place, it would be a full seven hours before a full moon would be in view. My brunette hair was loose around me and I crossed my short legs into a comfortable position. I fluttered my eyes closed, only to open them when my keen ears sensed the company of strangers heading my way.
Sooo this is chapter 1
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