Lana
I can feel my energy slip away every second I keep on breathing. This heart-wrenching feeling has turned me into this dull frail girl with little to no willpower.
I haven't been myself lately, locking myself up in my room, skipping classes, eating less, partying less, interacting less with others...I'm slowly slipping into depression. And it's all my fault for being a coward and hiding from my mate.
I come to remember the first and last time I saw him. Fur as dark as the night, canines that he'd bared at me that were thick and sharp enough to pierce anything, and red eyes that peered straight at my soul. His wolf had been the epitome of beauty, and I had wanted to caress his fur even though I was scared shitless to the bone. I haven't seen his face before, but I imagine he would be
