This is me. The werewolf that is supposed to kill anyone in sit. The one that stands on their hind legs and looks like a mutant monster. But that is not who I am the made me into that myth but really I'm just a really rare werewolf with a really fucked up life. Some happy some sad some other emotions I can't name. But this is my life as the Pitch Mist Wolf or I'm more known for the Creature of the Night. This story may trigger some people so just skip the chapter also this story will contain Mature subjects and strong languages thanks for considering reading my story

I know I was an experiment but that won't keep me from who I am. To them, I'm just Subject 1 and an experiment I'm not human to them. But in reality, I'm only human just different. No matter what I will always ask what did I do to deserve this. So far I got nothing I did nothing wrong. I want to escape but I have nowhere to go all pack will turn me away or even kill me or worse back here. To flee this place would be a dream come true but I don't know how. But however, comes in is a demon who works for Satin in my eyes. Maybe I'm meant to die here in hell. Hopefully, I get out of here with my twin and my younger sister. Once I get out of here and once I do my past will not define me but it will push me for a better future. There will always be tender scars that can become open wounds but will heal and fade in time. - Octavia Clark Night Subject 1 out of 4 WARNING SEXUAL CONTENT ALONG AND STRONG LANGUAGE WILL BE IN HERE IF YOU WANT YOU CAN SKIP THOSE PART. Please enjoy and please don't report this story I gave you a warning. again enjoy. Thank you all join the wolf pack by following and liking and if you want to comment. Enjoy - Marissa.N author of Creature of the night and Subject 1 and soon to be more.