The Werewolf Trials
The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials.
I was born with "sensory impairment."
I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power.
When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day.
But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub.
And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover.
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