Chapter 5
Mayla was almost 6 at this time. She had enough of being pushed over ed. She hated it. She ran away from home and had tripped over a body. She had fell hard but she didn't care . Honestly she couldn't care less. She noticed that there was a letter in a jacket pocket. She opened it up and tried to read but couldn't. She sighed and then a bright light came and then dissapered leaving the poor little girl confused. She saw so much over the pass two years. At this point she was trying to stay alive .When she got to a cave she felt like she was freezing which it was Christmas Eve. She never knew what this thing called Christmas was . All she know is that you take something wrapped up and give it to another person. She fell asleep near a very tiny fire she made so she wouldn't freeze to death.
Mayla had woken up next to the morning time when she heard gun shots . She immediately ran away with her little feet on the cold grow but yet, there was no snow. She cried viewing lost soon finding her way back but an entire different ground and place. She saw a little puppy but it growled when she went to pet it. She was alone, cold, hungry. She knew nothing about this place. All she wanted was to get away from her families of abuse and neglect. She fanilly did but she was taken back to her parents who moved to the town she was in.
This was her life now and people hated werewolves
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