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. A/N