ConverseGhost
Recovered
"My home," I grumbled, her voice threatening to take my tough side down. She sounded scared and innocent, like kitten hat just got kicked. 'Kittens can't talk!" My Wolf snapped back in a sing song voice. He was only trying to rile me up and give him full control. But I couldn't. I had to follow my own rules, the ones I put on the others. No killing Lights. It was punishable by death. A few tested it and saw I followed through on my word. We lost such good friends to it but it was intolerable to have a murder on our Pack. If there was, it would give the Police more evidence against us and our kind would be forced down once more.
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