I suppose every story has a beginning, middle and end. And so does this. But I think I told mine wrong.
See when I walked into the woods that day it wasn't the first time. It was simply the only time I could remember.
Seeing Jinxx again, my beautiful wolf who I had lost and mourned and never forgotten, reminded me of the times before. Of the past lives.
Ones where I had been majestic. Ones where I had been weak. One where I had been so wild I almost wasn't me. And one where there just wasn't enough strength.
Every time I walked into the forest. And every time I died.
And so now I'm waiting.
To wake up. To love. To be loved. To give my life for something better. To die and live again. To defeat the one who wants me. And to save those who hold me.
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Don't Go Into The Forest
FanfictionI'm a shifter. I only know this because the wolves from my dreams didn't kill me, instead they took me home. Now I live in the middle of the woods with my 'pack'. Now, if you have a massive group of Werewolves, Demons, Vampires, Witches, Angels, a...
