Broken Beauty

His dangerous eyes seemed to gaze right through me, looking in at my horrible broken soul. They were the silver of the polished cutlery we eat with every night, but with a tint of mystery. Like endless pools of molten 50 cent coins.

Celestia has grown up living amongst the werewolves, sharing the forest, rivers, air, and for some reason, they tell her that she should be afraid.
Like the rest.
They teach them how to fight and kill so if one comes to near they can protect themselves. But how can you be scared of something that's always there?
"I would never want to kill the beautiful beasts that roam through the trees. Unlike us, they have families, a home and a life. A place where they are needed.
So who are we to go into their forest and threaten the very existence of them?"
We are Brokens.