e way I was being treated, the constant beatings, the lack of food or sleep, the amount of work which was forced upon me – it all added up in the end. Like I said, I was nothing m

m the lack of sleep or over exhaustion I didn't know. The amount of food I barely managed to salvage a few times a week was far from enough to support my high metabolism. You see us wolves ran hotter than most, both the fact that we had an inner wolf in addition to the fac

. Werewolves didn't normally get ill, due to the high metabolism and such but my diet was far from healthy. I was not only plagued with nightmares, but when I actually managed to drift off I was either violently awoken or I instin

e to heal from each beating like a werewolf would normally do, it taking only a few hours, but I didn't have the strength nor the energy to heal at such a rapid speed. Hell I could b

icy liquid as it hit the thin sheet that was my bed, instantly soaking the thin material and hitting my body in a sudden rush as the feeling of my skin burning from the shock o

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way so why should I bother? I hadn't spoken in the past years other than a small word h

nto a painful cringe. I didn't know why I bothered to keep going, it was clear I had nothing to live for but something was always stopping me from doing so. Ever

utiful and I was far from attractive. I also looked nothing like my parents, both of them blonde as well as my fool of a brother, it was why they denied I was

ully treading on would break and I would wish for death until later that day. It was shocking that it had not come sooner, but life was