"Apparently being in isolation for all these years, stirred up a painful anxiety. Every set of eyes on me made me feel like I was being repeatedly punched in the gut, my stomache trying hard not to wrench. My breath caught in my throat my lungs forgetting I needed to breathe. My legs shakey as I slowly trudged forward. Small beads of sweat forming against my pale skin. 

All I wanted to do was run, run far away from these creatures, yet my feet still followed the beta as he led me towards the pack house. I had almost forgotten the hostility I felt when I was around these beast. Safe to say I remember now. 

When I lived in the orphanage within the pack, I at least looked half human. Now I am the defanition of a walking corps. I could smell the pride the wolves felt towards their alpha, for carting out my punishment with such truth. ""


Freedom was my dream.

Freedom to live

Freedom to breath

Freedom to belong

But he made sure my freedom was his to keep. One day I will have my wish either in reality or death.

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Perfectly Fragile

It was a well-known tragedy that fear was such a familiar feeling to me. I practically breathed it. Alpha had successfully turned me into his victorious empty shell. Nerves demanded my body to react taking the control from me, forcing me to bend to their will.

The seemingly bottomless pit in my stomach dropping repeatedly. At this point I was no longer sure what the cause for my fear was. I wasn't afraid to die, I wasn't afraid to feel pain. Was its fear of the unknown maybe? I didn't know.

Maybe fear was just that engraved into my soul I had no other option. I had been trembling since the four men handed me an invitation to join Rd. Mallick for dinner. I wanted to shake my head at the method behind his words, I knew as well as he that I didn't have a choice.

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