Loving hearts
Chapter 2 (part 1)
This is not finished btw. There will be part 2 to this one
As you sit there in your wheelchair fiddling with the strings hanging from your hoodie, you glance up at lasswell. She knocks. You hold your breath. Anxiety creeps up on you. You’re used to the stiff feeling creeping up on the back of your neck and making your heartbeat a million miles per hour. You could say it's a natural instinct of being human. You could say it's one of those “fight or flight” instincts that you hear about so much.
Whatever the feeling came from, you always got it when being around any”one”... “its a human thing, you humans are so fucking sensitive, like lil pups or cubs.” you’ve heard so much over the last couple years since being put in this hell damned system with these god forsaken families. Most mentally abusive to you. It was racism towards humans.
..you look over at the now open door....that has a werewolf and wraith standing there. Both men are gigantic. Like if this was human comparison...their adults and you would be a three year old to a five year old height. You look like a fucking ragdoll or stuffed doll compared to them. Hybrids tend to be smaller then monsters. Hybrids are like lasswell. Comment height is a lil over average of a adult male human.
The werewolf man has a Mohawk that is not what you would call a mess....but it's not neat either. Like most werewolves, his hair is wild.. the wraith next to him is bigger. And..has a ...darker, more taught body. The werewolf only goes up to the wraiths chest.
