Werewolf History

Out of all of the Werewolves, Werewolves with white fur were feared by everyone. Just hearing their name struck terror into all living beings. So being the world that was once united, got split into two packs. The first pack, the pack that were raised on hating the werewolves with white fur, were the werewolves with black, brown, blonde and any other natural colored fur of werewolves. While the second pack, the Werewolves with white fur, were being threatened and or killed everyday. The Queen of white werewolves needed to find a solution to her problems. She needed her mate by her side. But her mate had been killed in a misunderstanding with the Natural pack. She needs an heir. Off she went, out of her mansion, searching for the perfect candidate to be by her side, to be the King of the White pack. So mornings turned into nights, and nights turned into mornings, days and days went on. She finally gave up and returned to her mansion like palace.

On her way home, her carriage stopped out of the blue. My lady! My lady! The servants called. The Queen got out of her carriage, realizing she found her King. A handsome man with blonde hair, blue eyes she fell for. Blah blah blah... She died after she killed her King for cheating on her with a slave from the Natural pack, leaving her baby girl alone to suffer in this awful unfair world. I heard the story a million times! And if you hadn't guessed, that girl is me.

I was raised up by my mothers personal maid, Greta. She's now in her mid fifties. Shes sweet when she needs to be, but really strict and a thorn in my back. I just turned sixteen, and it's time for me to officially take over as Queen of the White Pack. Nothing ever changes in this prison of a palace. I started learning from young to be a queen, and searched the whole palace for my mate a million times. Jokes on me he probably got murdered by the Natural Pack.

Your highness, time for you to get up! Greta came in a opened the curtains. The warm rays of sun shone through my blonde-white hair. The sun was to bright! Close it! I mumbled grumpily. No, your highness, your private teachers will be here any time now! Get up! She pulled my covers off my body, exposing me to the chilly air. How does an old lady have so much energy? And sorry Greta, those private tutors didn't teach me how to be punctual. I sat up on my bed, my long tangled hair reached a little longer than my waist.

Greta whistled her fingers. Three servants came into the room. Greta pulled me into a black chair with wheels and pushed me to a table filled with makeup and hair supply. I groaned, this is what they do every morning. The one shorter made started working out all of the knots from my hair, while the other two were picking out my outfits. Greta stood in front of me, applying makeup to my face.

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