Blind Instincts

Born into a world of shadows, Monet knows only the relentless sting of a mother's hand and the cruel whispers of a pack that deems her 'blind and useless.' Yet, beneath her fragility lies an extraordinary perception—a world felt through vibrations, scents, and sounds, unseen by others. As the Moon Festival draws near, forcing her into the unfamiliar chaos of the outside world, Monet finds herself on a collision course with Alpha Alaric, a feared leader whose presence sparks an unsettling recognition. Will this encounter be her end, or the beginning of a truth she never dared to imagine?

The relentless lashing ceased, but the phantom stings remained, searing across Monet’s raw skin. A pathetic whimper escaped her lips, choked by the hardened knots of her jaw. "M-mom," she tried, the word a slurred plea lost in the suffocating silence of her attic room. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing that when they opened again, she could finally see the face of her tormentor.

The window to her left, a glaring white rectangle, poured natural light into the room, illuminating nothing but a formless blur where her mother stood. It was a beacon of emptiness, a stark contrast to the burning pain that radiated from her body.

She lay flat on the unforgiving wooden floorboards, her calloused fingers tracing the rough splinters. Each divot, each ring, a testament to time she could feel but never witness. Twenty-six years old, this board, thirteen years old, the one beneath her hand. A morbid solace in the death of a thirteen-year-old tree, felled and dismembered to become a piece of her confined world.

The sun's rays, a mere paroxysm of light against her useless eyes, offered a strange relief. It was the only tangible distinction between light and dark she knew, a stark reminder of the world she felt but could not behold. She was born this way. The moon made her this way.

Blind Instincts

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