Moon on the meadow

Moon on the meadow

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ this story will contain: Abuse Substance abuse Mention of rape Depression Self harm Suicide attempts And others alike you have been warned... Little open to the story: I remember when my mom used to sing to me, the memories are etched in my heart. Laying in bed, she would softly sing a lullaby; "Moon on the meadow.. Bugs in our ears.. Smoke in our eyes... Wet wood and tears.." And she would continue on and on until I was fast asleep. I miss my mom. I miss her hug. I miss her telling Kieran to stop. I wish she were here to sing to me again. I was too focused on wishing, missing, I failed to notice the creak of the door as it swung open. "Why are you crying, you little shit? What's the matter now?" his harsh words piercing me like a bullet, leaving me in no place to answer. The fast walk toward me. With every step, you could feel his wrath, the closer he got the more I could see his anger. His fist clenched was the last detail I noticed before dark struck.
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*COMPLETED* My head bowed in a heavy mannor, not in respect, but in trepidation. I discern his unwavering gaze over my ill silhouette. "Look at me." I opened my eyes, though it made no difference. Black is still black, all I am left with are my four senses. He will kill me if I don't look. He will kill me if I do. He will look into my sightless eyes and see my futile existence isn't worth living. He will kill me, and he will be doing the pack a justice by it. He growls a low, throaty snarl to warn me about disobeying an alpha. There will be consequences, we both know that. His lingering growls let me know he is not going to allow me to contravene his word. I steadily inch my head upwards, visibly shaking everywhere else. Maybe he won't notice my depthless eyes from across the gazebo. My life depends on it. "You're blind." ~ Monet was born into a particularly prestigious area of her wolf pack, to parents of extremely high standards. Her legacy is to become the packs next healer, but when she was born completely devoid of melanin, all her mated parents saw was a disappointment. Being born an albino wolf pup meant a lot for Monet, but it mostly meant her condition had taken her eyesight along with it. What happens when Monet meets the Alpha of a neighboring pack? Will he accept her for what she is? ~CONTENT WARNING~ This book contains depictions of physical abuse, foul language, and upsetting scenary. This book is in no way, shape, or form glorifying domestic abuse of a parent or partner. This book is intended for individuals who feel at odds with their self due to their uniqueness. It is meant to shine light on those who differ from the majority; conquering, and overcoming those who lessen them for what makes them special. ~ Word count at completion date: 33,915 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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