Freedom is something that I have always wished for. Something that I can never have as long as I’m here with them.
My parents, no matter how hard I’ve tried to tell them, have never understood that freedom is something that will make me happy. Sure, they have provided me with shelter, food, and clothing, as any other parents should, but one thing that they could not provide for is something that a child will always ask for, even when they’re all grown up and have a family of their own.
It’s something that we give to the people we feel strongly about. Something that you feel when you find that special someone — in my case, my mate, since I’m a werewolf — and get married to them, spending the rest of your eternity together. What is that, you ask? Well, the answer is quite simple.
Although my parents gave me everything that I would need to survive, there’s always been this feeling as if they’re . . . unhappy. All their movement and actions felt forced when concerning me.
NOTE: This is just a preview of what may come in the future, and I wanted to share it with you guys because you guys are awesome :) I’m still deciding on how to drive this story the way I want it, and I’m still trying to find the time to continue. As of right now, I’m still trying to decide what to do with this idea so . . .
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