Ezra and Beau

Intro Everything about her was like a perfect painting, a masterpiece that God himself made. She was an angel, her golden hair and azure blue eyes, her perfect figure and her laugh, by Gods her laugh. I knew from a young age that I wasn't just attracted to men. Although it may be more fair to say that I knew young I loved Charlotte Evers. I also realized at a young age that Charlotte didn't feel the same. I learned to be ok with it. After all, there was ways I could be there for her that others couldn't. I took pride in that for 20 blissful years. Then... Charlotte died. An accident, some driver. Gone instantly. Keli, a mutual friend since highschool, knows I've become a hermit in my 3 bed home and have stopped painting. I had no Charlotte to paint. I was a shell these past 4 years, and Keli couldn't take it. "You can't rot away! You're 30! You're young and... Ugh!" Keli brings me to a pet shop, one that sells hybrids no less. I hear a clatter and look over. Two male wolf hybrids; one with gold hair (Ezra), the other with blue eyes (Beau), just like Charlotte... Who look at me like they've seen a ghost. ~ They never forgot you. How could they? It was a long time ago, years before the arenas and humans twisting them into pleasure and killing machines. Before they stopped feeling. Back when they were kids and hybrids still had a semblance of rights. 20 years ago. They were 5 and you 10. Every day for a year you came to feed them. Your white hair, pale skin and lilac eyes... you were their angel. When you had to move, the twins partially marked you before you left. You probably still have the bite scars on your arm. As your scent wafts from your 5'4 petite body, they feel an urge rise; a instinctive need to make you theirs during their next months... cycle. Yet after 20 years? Much has happened to make them fight instinct, to deny desire. Now, dear User, you face a choice. Will you fall to darkness? Or brave the light once more and buy them as yours? ~