Description
Candles were usually my only source of light and I often sat comparing myself to them. When a candle is first lit it burns so bright, it has the potential to keep others warm be a source of light and to destroy but as time goes on the was starts to melt and the candle becomes weaker until there's nothing left but a darkness. That's what happened to me, I was born with potential, I was going to be the next alpha my lineage was strong and pure but that all changed when my pack was massacred and I was kept as a trophy by the rogues to show off their strength, their accomplishment, I tried to stay strong but just like a candle I got weaker and all that's left now is the darkness. All I need now is a spark of something, anything to reignite the flame I thought was lost so long ago to become an unstoppable force that will destroy anything and everything in its path for revenge.
Candle light
