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Being a wolf felt great

Uncle Henry... He was the man with the little white rusty truck, always bringing a few goodies to the clan, something for all ages.

Sweets and wine, toys and trinkets, Belladonna recognized the sound of his truck when it came through the forest for miles.

Its squeaks and rumbles, the old engine struggling to haul whatever he carried over thr bumpy road, Bella saw him almost like an early Santa Claus.

In a hundred years she would never have guessed him to be the culprit, she remembers so many times she saw him at her father's table, sitting next to him, probably the highest level.of respect an Alpha could give someone.

Then the chaos, the gunfire, the running, the hiding, the rest of her friends, her mate, one by one they got picked off like flies until she was the last, and it all started, with him.