There he is, my son. Damien. My boy. My precious, precious boy. He looks so much like my father as he runs about the yard, peering past the line of trees. Look at him. He is full of childish innocence. As well he should be. After all, he has only just learned to walk. Watch. Look at the joy in his green eyes. He has his father's eyes. Red hair, very much like my own, catches the sun light. It shines with such intensity. If i were to ever lose him...
Taven is home. I can hear him stomping through the house. Can you hear him? He sounds angry. He is always angry. I bear the bruises to prove it. He is a monster in every sense. Being a werewolf myself, its not exactly fair to call him a monster but he is. He is a brutal beast, harming all in his way. It is only a matter of time until he goes after our son. I gather Damien in my arms. He should be safe, right? No matter. I made my mind up when i conceived Damien that i would take him and run. if only to get away for a while. I know of other packs thar can help me. thats where i'll go.
ok so this is the first bit... i dont feel like writing anymore so yeah... it'll be continued
wiltinglily3 · Sat Jun 23, 2007 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |