You though he was yours? Please!
DivaliciousDooL had asked me to write a story using her idea so I did. I don't think this is a good beginning but it's something new so give me a few chapters to kick in. But yeah this isn't my idea, it's all DivaliciousDool's idea, I just put it into words. I hope you like it and like I said, give me a few chapters to kick in.
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF!
Ten years. Ten years of fighting my way through the jungle, working hard to survive. Ten years ago, my parents disappeared. I don't know what happened to them. I was only five. Ever since then, I've been living in the jungle. Learning my abilities. My werewolf abilities. Bright pepper red eyes, long razor sharp claws, black thick fur when I shifted completely, white teeth gleaming. And now, making friends with the hyena and jackal families, I was top dog of the jungle. I was an Alpha. Everybody feared me, even some of the lions and that made me feel powerful. But I was getting sick of Africa. I needed to get out of this place. I remembered my parents talking about a place. Across seas, United States of America. Beacon Hills, California. It sounded nice by the way they talked about it. The only question was, how the hell was I going to get across seas?