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Each one of them is something different to you.
Isaac. The boy damaged far beyond what someone so tender should ever have to be. He flinches at every touch and it pains you. The way his eyes divert to the ground and he makes every effort in the world not to confront you, it’s a product of something dark. He is a boy with no family for much different reasons that you. All the same he is still someone who needs a place in the world. A home. A family. A pack.
Erica. She is a raw kind of flame, a open nerve, a live wire. If you are being honest with yourself, she reminds you of Laura. It makes you so quick to trust her. Even if you refuse to let anyone fill the void of the family you have lost, she is the closest you will allow yourself to having a sister. Her strength, the fact that she has fought every day to survive and not let her body or the cruelness of the world destroy her is a testament to that. It seems she was born to be a wolf.
Boyd. You can see some of yourself in him. His guilt and stoic way of dealing with it. He is so alone, not that the others aren’t, but his is a loneliness you have felt to your very core before. It is a complete void of having anyone on your side, albeit you are starting to see that doesn’t have to be the case any longer. Together you can find something, some other way to live in the world.
Against all odds you are finding a place in the one place you never thought you would. No not in a million years. Beacon Hills was suppose to hold all of the bad memories away in a little box. Then that was never really the case any way. It was like Beacon Hills, that box you locked everything inside, was the ice locker in the pit of your heart. Now that you are opening it, the cold is consuming you, but also bleeding out and allowing an unexpected warmth to fill the void.