Freya, daughter of the White Moon packs head warrior.Strong, fast and one of the best fighters in the pack but with a wolf that wont change form. Dont get me wrong,Ragna is fuly present, allways with a sassy, smart mouth answer but she would not show her self. __________________________________ Why is her wolf acting different than other werewolfs? Will we meet her? Do Freya find her mate? Do they accept eatch other? Who's the one lurking in the shadows? ------ This year it's time for The Silver Moon gathering, a gathering for all werewolf packs in the world and for the first time on history The Vikings pack from Norway is attending. __________________________________ Eirik knew most packs considered his pack almost a myth, old warrior pack from Norway. His deep bluegreen eyes were scanning the location that was beginning to take form far ahead in the ocean gap. He could feel the anticipation from his pack as they were closing in, thousands of werewolfs in one place there would be heartbreaks, fighting and lives would change for ever. We are ready! _________________________________ Where is she? He can smell her but she allways seems to slip away, will he find his destined mate? Will she be strong enough to face his packs predicted curse? Will he discover the threatening darkness before its to late? ---------
Never had I even dared to dream of a life like this. I started as the ugly and chubby little duckling with parents that never were around. They were both warriors for the pack, one of the best in their field, which also meant they traveled a lot. It was never like I lacked anything special, but I never had anything special either. My mother and father didn’t really want kids, but they had me and did the best they could for a while. When I got older, I could manage myself. The disappointment in their faces when they realized I didn’t want to fight as they did and that I didn’t do good in combat training either was heartbreaking. I knew very well I would never be able to follow in their footsteps, but the truth was I never wanted to. Either way, it didn’t make it hurt any less. They never tried to hide their disappointment, mentioned as often as they could that I wouldn’t be so fat if I trained like them. I liked the training, just not combat and fighting. I enjoyed running and swimming, but that didn’t count.
⚠️! Trigger warning ! ⚠️ This is a different kind of werewolf story, and it may not be for sensitive readers. some sensitive subjects as death, loss, failed pregnancy, looking down on women, forced marriage and forced s****l encounters .. not all in great detail of course. but if this triggers you in anyway , this might not be the story for you. Im Victoria and this is the story of my life. My life will be a series of events breaking me down, shattering every single pice of me, my body, heart, soul and mind in too tiny pieces just to sculpt me back together again. And it all started here, my own wedding day, my marking ceremony if you will. Deep down i knew this man was going to destroy everything he could about me, when ever he could but there was nothing i could do about it. Now where to run, Now where to hide, Nobody to save me from my dreaded destiny. Of course i did not know, i really didn't know anything. Nobody did, but in the end i would die a equally much hated and love woman, feared and respected.. Now one will remember my name, but everyone will enjoy the fruits of my hard labor, scarifies and choices I made. I am Victoria and this is my legacy.
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