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You have known from the moment you were born than you are meant for greatness. You are a Hale. There is no room for weakness in that, but you are weak aren’t you? Kate. The name makes you feel as though you might vomit and cry at the same time, like your body is waiting not so patiently to explode. She is both the solace and bane of your existence. Bane..
Wolfsbane fills your veins, makes your toes curl up, and brings to life the weakness she makes you feel. By all accounts you are a child, fifteen.. That doesn’t make you equip to deal with the kind feelings, treacherous lustful feelings, that she invokes in you.
She taunts your aggression, pulls out you possessive tenancies, and gives you a taste of the pleasure in pain both giving and receiving. Your darkness flourishes under her hands. It is a reality you are blind to. Later you will hate this vulnerability that has been awaken, and fight against any signs of it at all cost.
She is pinning your body to the rough stone wall. The moon hasn’t been down more the ten minutes, and your body is still weak from the change your first shift. She knows how to take advantage of the situation. Pain flashes through your body, lapping at you like the flames of a wild fire. She takes from you, but with the wolf silent in the back of your mind you don’t want it. Her hand is on your throat pressing you deeper into the wall, forcing herself upon you with more vigor. She continues to tell you how much you want it, and eventually some part of you believes her.