My name is Jara. Yes, that Jara. The warrior queen of the werewolves. You may think you know my story, well so many has told it . From one generation to generation has it been told as history but now as myths. You might think you know my story but it's high time to hear it from the sailor who sailed the ocean. Yes , i am going to tell you my story. Back to the very beginning.
You see ,my name wasn't Jara , infact I wasn't in anyway fierce as the name implies. I was called Nakusa in Hebrew meaning "unwanted ". i am sure you are wondering" what could make a parent name their child such a devastating name ?" Well i was raised in an orphanage , well you see i was found by the orphanage with a letter which stated Nakusa so basically everyone regarded it as my name ,so i was told.
i was adopted when i was six years old by the Kingstons , obviously i was very happy to have finally gotten a family of my own . Now i can't but wonder one thing which is "WOULD MY LIFE HAVE ENDED UP LIKE THIS IF I WASN'T ADOPTED?"
guys what do you think about this first chapter? please ya'll should give me feedback .... Love you all🥰