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The years that follow you grow up too fast. You live in a ruddy little apartment with your sister and possibly more than a few rats. You can smell them some days stronger than others, but at the very least they aren’t brave enough to let you spot them. It’s crowded and small. It’s all about keep a low profile. Sure your family has let you more than enough money to survive. However living the way that you did before feels wrong and choosing to live meagerly will insure you don’t draw anymore unwanted attention.
Two wolves is too small of a pack to protect it’s self. After all you had thought you were safe in Beacon Hills, with a large well established family pack and you were wrong.
You have Laura tho, family no matter what. Then that is what you really long for; family, love, belonging -everything that was taken from you-.
Mostly you just try to ignore it,or rather to try to ignore what your life should be.The night that should have been prom, is spent taking down a rouge omega with information about hunters that frequent the local bars. It turned out to be a wild goose chase that Laura must have sent you on in some effort to protect you from yourself.
Instead you try to exist as little as you can, become smaller every day and value humans even less than you did before. Your life is bad takeout and sweaty nightclubs, but you embrace the wolf more than you ever have in your life. You learn to trust the instincts of the animal more so than the human, and as such you lose pieces of humanity more so each day.
You weren’t always like this. At least that’s what you like to tell yourself at night, curled under the blankets hoping tomorrow finds you strong on the inside as well. That maybe just maybe the guilt will have waned just a little. At one point, you were a normal little boy, well at least as normal as the circumstances allowed. You were born into one of Beacon Hills most prestigious packs, and that bloodline was so strong it made you her target.
You were manipulated, so you became the manipulator. You were destined to die, so you found a way to save yourself. In the end, everything you had ever known was still taken from you, but you survived. You are here and that’s all that matters. Now no life comes before your own. Self preservation at all costs. Still guilty rifles you like an unending plague. They are dead, and it’s your fault. You gave into the monster, the real monster no transformation needed. The bite is a gift, hunters are a curse. Your baby sister, you father, your mother and innocent after innocent life they are all gone… you… you are to blame. The weight of it feels like it might crush you.