All throughout history there are legends many different ones about all types of beings. Supernatural beings, things that are meant to scare you as a child into being good. Like witches' things that your parents use to scare you into doing what they ask you to do. Of course, not all stories are like that such as mine. My name is Trinity Amelia Grace Wood, yes i have two middle names. Don't ask me why my parents decided on that long of a name for me.

Not that they really care because they don't trust me I mean my father left us for his true mate. He was trying to pass on the legend of the lycanthrope, werewolf or Lycaon whatever you decide to call them. My mom was "supposed" to give birth to a male to pass on the gene, but she didn't. When my birth father went to the hospital with my mother and found out he was pissed.

He left her and she gave birth on her own which didn't end well for me or her, but mostly me. my life was hell from the moment I was born and I'm here to tell you exactly why and how. Let's take a trip down shitty lane shall we, and I mean shitty not good only memory lane.
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Twelve years old

Trinity's POV

I walked up from the basement when the devil herself opened the door for me. Having finally given me permission to leave the basement for whatever her reason. I would sure find out soon what her reasoning was.

"Get in here now" she called

I rushed so I wouldn't receive punishment from her for whatever she thought necessary to be.

"Yes, mother?" I asked

"Get presentable there are some people who are coming over hide every mark I've given you do you understand me" she said

"Yes ma'am I understand" i said

"Well go then" she pushed me towards the basement once more

Now I lived in the basement if your wondering why I go down there so often so to speak. I have a mattress on the floor a small lamp on the floor beside the bed. I'm lucky half the time if it even works for me at times, it doesn't.  I don't get food unless given permission to have any or if guest come over she usually shows me off. Why she does that I still have no idea how to answer that question.

Although she is my mother it doesn't mean I have to like her right, I mean what child likes their mom. I mean my mom beats me, but that's only another reason I don't have to like her. I don't really know my father never really met him and I don't plan on it. Apparently he's off with his new wife and new family having amazing times.

Me I'm depressed at fucking twelve years old how does that even sound right to you. It's not, but I remembered I needed to get ready and hide my marks for my mother to be presentable. I got ready and waited for her to knock on the basement door letting me know I was allowed out. When she finally did I walked up and was greeted with a smirk from my mom.

She lead me to the kitchen and dining room where multiple people were laughing. Women and men then one girl who seemed to be around my age or my age.

"Trinity these people are here to show us some important things" My mom said

I never knew what that night would have meant for my future, but I was scared for ever afterwards.