The world is a sick, sick place.
Where everyone is a hypocrite and those who aren't are lying.
When "I'm sorry I can't help you, I'm busy" means, "I'm not willing to help a monster".
But what does it mean to be a monster, anyway?
Are you a monster because you were born with the ability to shift into a wolf?
Or born with snake scales, antlers, or even fur?
Or are you a monster because you wear the band of the state? That distasteful, inhumane slab of metal secured to leather straps you must wear around your neck to signify that you are different. That you aren't human.
That you're a monster.
If that is what makes me a monster then so be it. I am a monster.
But then what about you?
Are you a god? Are you a "higher being"?
Are you something so wonderful, so beautiful and godly that not even the "light of heaven" can touch you?
Is that what it means to be a human?
To be a god?
Fuck that.
You are no god. You are no heavenly being. You're lower than me.
And I am a monster.
I wear that brand on my neck. I bit my tongue and stay silent when I am ridiculed.
I do what I must to survive.
I am Raelynn Kazimer. And I am not a monster nor a human.
I am a Forsaken.
Get it right.
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The Wolf Within: A Forsaken Novel
RomanceRaelynn Kazimer is bitter. But she has every right to be. She is different. Forsaken. Raelynn was just fine living in the forest, staying as hidden in the shadows as she could. But something, or someone was about to change all of that. And her l...
