The Broken Alpha
Such thoughts ate away at her chest, leaving behind a cavernous, gaping wound broken only by the fragile bones of her ribcage.
Lily wrapped the remains of the loaf back into the cloth she’d brought it in. Though she could only turn once a month, the other gifts of her kind were with her always: improved sight, which she was particularly glad of, as well as better hearing, quicker healing, and a stronger body than that of a human. A part of her hated those other qualities, just as much as she hated shifting – they signified the piece of her that she couldn’t control, the warrior within her dying to be set free. But, for now, Lily was glad of her gifts – glad that she could see well enough in