Perfectly fragile

ard—wooden floor. The only source of light coming from

k angry clouds blocked out the light of the sun

uch—needed peace. Twirling strands of my dark brown hair between my fingers, I stared

ear the creaking door open. Only the loud footsteps th

in a submissive stance. The black dress shoes of the alp

skin of my face. The smell of his usual sickly aftersha

in to sweat in anticipation. I hadn't had a visi

was common. The strange part was how long he hadn't been for. Not th

r intrusion but we have

r was sit the bitter way my name sounded from his tongue. It was the actua

his dangerous brown eyes. I didn't realise the sarcastic tone was gone now placed with th

e the fast stalking beast stomping towards me. Not until my small

f the wooden table that sat next to my small fireplace. The sickening so

to my now bleeding head. Wincing at the pain it ca

slightly. Realising what I had done to cause the alphas attack on me I nearly shook my he

h them. Looking into their eyes was forbidden. If I ever did, I

me, But I didn't dare move an inch. I could feel his gruelling prese

y spine painfully as his fist raised no doubt to cause me more damage.

until the sound of beta Harris's voice

arsen th

. His hand released my hair, instantly my body huddled over finding

my feet, His elongated claws punctured the skin on my upper arms dra

uld feel his sharpened canines scrape against the skin of my cheek telling me he w

are

ation of the growl that mixed into his word. My lip began to t

erence to the painful ache that was in my chest. I hated degrading myself like he wants me to but what

ing A

body, like I was nothing more than a rotting log. Wanting nothing more

bowed towards the floor. Waiting for his next words and hoping he would leave. My w

requested to speak to you. You know what to do when you speak with them.

s a

y whole body with relief. As soon as the door slammed shut my eyes r

ough. I longed to fill the emptiness in my life, I wa

elt to be free. Standing onto my wobbly legs I flung the door of my hut op

ld drops of rain against my skin. I needed to feel anything other than the pain I felt right now. I neede

tween the thick branches of nature. My feet sunk into the watery mud a

or of the forest. My clothes stuck to me like a second skin from the rain as I pushed my weak legs t

ve running I had done. My hands rested against the bark of a s

as I forgot the pain in my heart. Allow

at softly touched my skin as it snuck through the thick branches of the tall trees. I could feel the

ave hope. I would always try so that on