After five years of bliss with my mate, tragedy struck. The pain of the loss caused my mate to become a person I no longer recognized. Two years of suffering followed before I finally made the decision to leave. I began a new life in a new pack, and...
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Is white a color, or is it the absence of color? I wondered to myself.
The bright light was blinding as it reflected off all the sterile white of the bathroom I shared with my mate. My life had become just as colorless as my surroundings. Even the summer dress that hung off my boney frame was white. The only color in the room came from the various bottles of hygiene and hair products lined up perfectly along the countertop. Just as I knew, the bottles in the shower were without having to look. Not a single hair or speck of dirt was anywhere to be seen, just how Levi liked it.
The only imperfection in the room was me. I stood staring in the mirror at my tear-streaked face that was already swelling and changing color.
Well, at least there's some color somewhere, I guess.
Despite the puffiness of my face, it was clear to anyone who looked that I'd lost too much weight for my frame. My collar bones stood out at sharp angles, as did my cheekbones. The spaghetti straps of my dress showed off the knobby bones of my shoulders. They hadn't been like that a year before.
My cornflower blue eyes were permanently rimmed in red and dull compared to the sparkle they used to hold. The light caramel-colored hair that hung to my waist was still a tangled mess from the tight grip he'd held.
I stood in front of the large mirror motionless, just inspecting every change in myself that I hadn't really noticed before. I'd been slowly fading, and I hadn't even seen it.
My heart and mind cried out for me to leave and never look back, but my soul screamed for its other half. My eyes dropped to the mark on my neck with a fierce glare. The Blue Moon that signified my pack with a large A in the center announced my mated status to the world. It also announced me as the Luna to the Blue moon pack. The mark had become a joke. My life, my mating... all of it had become a cruel joke.
Rage filled me as I continued to glare at the image before me. The image I barely recognized. At that moment, I made a decision that would change everything.
