A Miracle White Lycan

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ions, all because of their belief in my so-called curse. Over time, I realized I was destined to be a lone Lycan. Each day starts with me going through my routine:

having breakfast and talking. They greeted me with smiles as soon as they noticed

nded, "Good mornin

prepared your favorite breakfast: potato

can't wait t

e to sit with them at the table. Once I finished eating, I cleared my plate and put it

rise, the one who had my hair was Marissa, known as the slut of the pack. I was trysling to break free, She had a strong hold. Whenever she pulls, I experience throbbing pain in my h

ully. People began emerging and surrounding us. "Mariss

freak, you have no place h

lowered myself onto the ground, propped my knees up, and shielded my face. The way people see me hurts, and I find myself asking the moon goddess why I am cursed. At times, I long for escape from this world to seek serenity. Conversely, I contemplate the distress my parents would experience if I

o take a stand for yo

it. They will ha

you. I prefer being a lone wolf over bei

ry, but

rning into our white Lycan. With a growl, Xyla began running,

emed like a potential bloodbath if we had stayed any longer. That was something I didn't want for me or Xyla. I repeatedly assure myself that the situ

control. It bothers me to witness pe

can't keep living like this either they are going to accept m

d as one. It's getting late; we should g

eement, let

I swiftly transformed back into my human form and dressed. Then, I opened the back door and went inside. Upon

e you been? We were so worried,

ing track of time

ced you hadn't come home yet, but all that m

ng the two of you thro

heads up next time so we d

ea

ather asks, "how

ding to bed, goodnight" I says leaving