the wings of an angel and the howl of a wolf

why is it that we live in a world full of people who look at each other but never see. they think but don't speak. touch but don't feel.
I have been looked at all my life for being different. I've never been seen as who I am.
he was the only one who looked at me and didn't see the wings. he's the only one who didn't hear the howl, but actually listened to what it was saying he wasn't like others.
he was my mate

my name is Theresa page. most just call me Tess. I'm 16 years old and 5'3. I have Raven black hair with red at the the bottem, and snake bites. I have black wings with red at the ends and light blue eyes. my wolf is plane white.
my parents abanded me when I was ten. it was the day my wings grew. I have been alone for years and I don't care what people think of me.