Perfectly fragile

rity and innocence within the serene beauty of i

ic that came with winter. Despite my body's ability t

ft over brownish and yellow leaves from autumn, to everything completely covered in

Going outside instantly stained my pale cheeks a

the fresh blank canvas of snow. I almost felt guilty f

dreading the weeks to come. Winter was well on

ittle to keep the cold out. Living within the mountains mea

popping throughout the night but still the cold made my frail body shiver. The bla

ved. Never once being able to sleep throug

eave me be for most of it. Knowing I'm suffering without him havi

eir bodies were built to deal with the freez

around with their bare torsos on display. Allowing the cold to touch every part of t

step they took. Every time I witnessed it, I winced at the p

Rise Pack' the first and last time I asked I e

ey despised my entire existence you would think they would want to cart me of. Howeve

if I was completely invisible disregarding my existenc

block them out most of the time regardless of the emotional sting it would leave

r case that I don't belong here. They proved I would never be a part

n any physical ones that littered

l do. How else would you explain the misplaced h

way I did. He was the reason I suffered; he was the one who decided this would

with the wolves. Another accomplished attempt from A

ind me of my place here. He allowed me to learn everyt

traditions. I knew w

how the

strengths a

made them th

ete way of

anguish. I had to admit I found them to be beautif

gh a code of unity. Not only did they have each other but they had a beast within th

ly different things. There are no words to compare two wolves finding

ook in their eyes. Like everything in the world finally made sense. It

t envy them in a way. They not only found strength from their pack but individually as well. Their

re. I was a mere by stander watching, trying to imagine what it was like. To have parents who adored you, or friends

does not like them they were cruel and unbending and I didn't

Larsen was a fraud. The cruel, calculating vindictive creatu

tried to tell the pack. I don't know why I certainly didn't owe them anything. I knew the second I open

them safe and thriving as a pack. I soon realised I wasn't the only victim to suffer at his hand. No, the whole pack was. P

take allowing

e for disregardi

take in under

I realised he was the lie. He allowed the small hope I held onto, to become a possibility. He showed me the words he once had

believe me, the jagged scar than ran down th

th that one day my time would come. The truth reveals itse