Hael

Enforced slumber angers me. The world evolves at a snail's pace, and I am stuck here, in my cocoon, thanks to my own mother. They all think I'm evil, but I am far from it. They are the real evil that spreads throughout this world. With their toxic love, they don't care how much it hurts-only that they don't have to suffer alongside me.

You know, I felt the moment my mate was born. I watched her grow, cried when she cried, felt what she felt, and for the first time in my life, I know what unconditional love is. I wish she could know me for who I am and not the legends created by my lying parents. Instead, I appear as her wolf, ironic, isn't it? To mimic a creation that my mother could have actually loved. It's the perfect disguise.

Projecting such an image takes everything I can summon within my prison; it leaves me weak, but as long as she is safe, I would gladly know such weakness for the rest of my days. When I feel her skin against my fur, I am