To Fight Fire

After her brother died, her only home was gone. Growing up in a pack that only ever judged each other for their appearances, she never fit in. She had no place to go.

But she always had big dreams. Dreams of running free, of running whenever she wanted, and wherever she wanted.

So run she did.

But liberty was never hers to keep, though they always told her the past is in the past.

She should forget it, leave it behind, because it could no longer be changed.

But the shackles. They would always be there. She couldn't get away, because they clung to her. A second skin.

A prison.

Yet it was the bridge between the present and the future.

The bridge between the fire, and Alina's freedom.