The Darker You || BNHA X Lycan Reader (Discontinued)

chapter 1: The Start of it all *

*This chapter is currently under editting. If things don't make sense, I'm sorry! It will be fixed!*

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THIS WORLD WAS A TRULY,
dark place, and to me it was pure torture. But I didn't want to die. I couldn't, not if I wanted to make something of myself one day. There was a conversation I had with my mother long before this life--I can only faintly remember it. In fact I seem to recall remnants of that conversation, but nothing really important.

'M-Mom?....wh-where did (B/n) go?' The sound of my own shrill voice cracking could be heard, as I gazed down at my mother.

The hopelessness that swam through her eyes, shook me to my core. We stood on the roof of the den; gazing out at the tired sun as it slowly dispersed behind the forest trees.

Tears, stream down her snout, and she stomps her paw before reeling her gaze up at me. 'He is gone. And if I don't do something soon, you'll be next.' She'd stated bluntly.

I remembered the confusion that lingered through my veins; the anxiety nipping at my chest. Nothing could've prepared me, for the future.

I shuddered, thrusting my body forward. I'd ram my head against the roof of the dumpster with a thud. I'd snarl at the damned thing in annoyance, and eventually sigh. I leaned back against the old pizza box I decided I'd use as a pillow, and took a short breather.

I needed it too. Sleeping like this was well, you know; exhausting. It's hard to tell my dreams apart from my memories anymore. At this point, any picture that plays in my mind when I shut my eyes is just foreign to me.

My breathes came out dull, yet deep and heavy. Sweat trickles down the corner of my forehead. Analysing my surroundings. i Eventually lit up a cigarette as per usual in this daily routine of mine; drifting off solemnly into thought.

A normal individual would be disgusted by a place like this--a filthy stinkin Junkyard located just on the beach side in Musutafu equalling as my humble abode--I wasn't normal though; in case you hadn't noticed.

This beach is a place of sanctuary I can retire to after an intense fight. A place of retreat; after pocketing dozens of belongings from shabby businessmen who'd idly shove past me while I "coincidentally" took a stroll through town. This junkyard was place I could tear down and build back up on my own terms. It belonged to me and Kenai. This was our home.

Imagine being raised in a dumpster; as a wolf pup with heightened senses it seems cruel right? However with the lid closed it's complete darkness, and I he mixture of scents trained my nostrils as I grew up. Then imagine being in this darkness, and suddenly you had to leave it and conquer a world so bright it feels like your retinas are melting. It's the story of my life literally. A hard life that strengthened my durability.

I crack open the lid, peeking outside. It was bright and sunny, I despised going out during the day. And this was broad daylight. I'm at my weakest during the day, because I'm much more familiar with the lulling darkness of night.

Usually I wouldn't wake up until at least four in the afternoon. It always felt like I needed to be stronger. For some reason I had my ass handed to me by a pack of stray dogs, and I ended up retiring early last night. didn't get a chance to really stretch my legs like I was hoping, or to rummage about for a small bite to eat.

My stomach grumbles. narrowing my eyes in annoyance; my right ear instinctively begins to twitch. I close the lid, and feel around the dark metal container for my satchel. I squeezed something soft and warm, earning a light scratch. "S-Shit, sorry Kenai, I think I lost my bag-'' The annoyed procyon merely grunts in agitation.