Williams POV
I can't believe he left me in here, alone. Without even saying he'd be back. I pouted over that for a few seconds before returning my blind gaze to where the doctor was.
You'd think that after living out in the wild for so long, I'd be shy. That's not me. To put it bluntly, if I have a question for a person I will straight out ask them.
"Why are you surrounded by death?" I asked the doctor bluntly. I could tell she froze at my words and she replied, acting dumb, "What do you mean by that?" I sighed and responded, "Your aura is the aura of death. There's also other colors but mostly black, which is death." I could tell she was looking at me and then she sighed.
"I'll tell you while I examine you. Mkay?" She asked me. I nodded and listened intently as she told me her story.
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Blinded (Old Version)
WerewolfNone so deaf as those that will not hear. None so blind as those that will not see. ~Matthew Henry William grew up knowing only darkness. His parents abandoned him in the middle of a snow covered forest, hoping that he'd die. He survived. But for h...
