grateful and graceful
The crisp fresh air fills my lungs as I walk to my 2020 toyota camry. its spring but here in the north west pack lands youd never know what kind of weather youre going to wake up to. This land is different from many other pack lands. This land is magic. I know that sounds corny but it really is. The witch blood runs deep in this soil. My name is Azlynd Reign. Im now 19 years old. I stand as queen of the northern Fae along side my three husbands. I wasnt really meant for this though. I was born into what I thought was a normal family, a family I came to learn was not even my own. A werewolf. I was born a wolf. My mother... Or at least who I thought was my mother is a beautiful woman with an even more beautiful wolf. My father is the same. I never really questioned them not being my real parents other than when I shifted for the first time. My wolf unlike theirs was black,and the size of an alpha female wolf. Having a wolf that size and not having alpha DNA was rare, but not impossible. They convinced me that it was just because I have a dominant personality. I like a fool believed them. But my 18th birthday changed the world exposing all kinds of truth. Let me take you there.... Back to those days.