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Never trust a werewolf... Not even if they are your soulmate. I have lost my home: my mate, my family, my pack, my bond, even my name. And I have also lost the one thing impossible for a werewolf to lose, I have lost my wolf shift. Now I must go on existing not for myself but for the forsaken; the ones who whisper the true name of the monster. Even when this curse tugs at my chains, makes me its slave, uses my body to hunt down my enemies and destroys those whom I hold dear, I will always hear the call of the forsaken. Truly, only the forsaken know my true name because only they are desperate enough, mad enough, hopeless enough...lonely enough to know it. My true name is... Awesome cover by @ShebaHanna AS USUAL OPINIONS AND FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOME (in fact I'm looking forward to them) Don't forget to vote and comment on the story. Thanks
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