The Forgotten Mate
But the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment I endured.
Bullying was a constant companion, the pack's way of reminding me of my inferiority. Their taunts echoed in my ears, poisoning my thoughts and eroding my self-worth. I was the weakling, the one who couldn't shift or even sense her mate. The absence of that connection, that bond that others cherished, gnawed at my soul, a constant reminder of my inadequacy.
Each day, I yearned for an act of kindness, a gentle word, anything to remind me that should make me want to live, still capable of feeling love. But in this desolate landscape, love was a foreign concept, a distant memory.
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