Replaceable.

So. Here I am. Curled beneath what would pass for a blanket in my current situation. My hands clutched to the subtle warmth of the cheap dollar store coat I found in the alley a good year ago. My larynx caked with nothing but sure emptiness that could....NO, never would be filled again. And. No, don't get me started on the bullshit of choosing to remain quiet. I didn't get the liberty or 'blessing' to speak. Yet; that sort of thing tended to happen when you were the lowest of the lowest. A simple fleck of life that went unnoticed, until a lazy soul came along and needed their dirty work done for them. Cowards, so maliciously enthralled with their egotistical claims, that they didn't even have time to spare us a passing glance. Much less offer a crumb of what passed for 'half-off bread', at the downtown bakery. But. By now, you're probably claiming this as just another story of a female werewolf falling into the arms of their 'true mate' or their 'one and only love'...Well, let me stop you there. Because; in this cruel twisted world, such a thing wasn't granted. Truthfully it's a myth. You were lucky to be chosen by any male. If you didn't have overflowing boobs and a curvy figure, well then you were outcasted as an imperfect and replaceable. My name is, Dylan. And welcome to my life as a turned female lycan.