SUMMARY How do you adapt to your family when they're perfect and you're not? Thomas Black made himself that question since he was a child, noticing the porcelain-like skin of her mother and the sun-kissed skin of his father. It didn't help having a twin who was the perfect combination of both. He wasn't supposed to be born, he guessed. The scales that adorned big part of his body wasn't the only thing he hated about himself: so was his short leg that made him stumble frequently and the lack of his right hand. He was born that way and he was going to die that way too. Not even his metamorphous' genes saved him. Though his wolf was complete, he couldn't grow any limb on his human body. His skin condition wasn't exactly a sickness either, according to his great-grandfather. At least his asthma disappeared. The worst thing that happened to him was imprinting. The moment he saw her, onstage, he knew he would do anything to keep her safe and happy. But though she seemed perfect on the outside, Thomas soon realised she was fucked up on the inside. She did not only poison her own body constantly, but she was also tortured by her own mind. How was he supposed to help her out of it when he couldn't help himself?All Rights Reserved
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