People call me different names. They think that they know me, know who I am and who I want to be. They think that I want to be a fighter, someone who lives on their own and protect the packs from those who want to hurt them. They think that they know me by knowing my name. They do not know my dreams or my fears, though there are few and in between. They think I am some heartless bitch, because I show no mercy when attacking or protecting my own people. They call me, Foxy. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks. ~Rissa
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