Perfectly Fragile

"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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I do not own any rights to the pictures used throughout this book. Also mature themes and potential triggers.