The tragedy of two broken hearts.

Seems like my life started In tragedy and will end in such. It’s been 8 years since I’ve been here, 8 years of abuse, 8 years to wait on them hand and foot. 8 years wondering if they will kill me or I myself. My name is Denise Porter I am 17 years old and my wolfs name is Cynthia. I was the 3rd child of my father Alpha Gabriel Porter of the Blue-moon pack. My mother was his second chance mate, she died a few days after I was born. no one knew how she passed. They say I look more of my mom and got my height from my father. I stand at 5’11 ebony skin and my hair reaches for sun. I never knew much about my mom because no one talked about her in the pack not even my father. I just knew she was different and I know that I’m different. Pups in my pack usually get there wolf voice at 10 and turn for the first time at 18. Me on the other hand I’ve had Cynthia since I can remember. I’ve been able to talk to her since age four and I’ve been able to call upon her strength since I started training. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how it stared. The day I was taken away from my family, from the life I knew.