I watch as Lola’s scraggly, underweight wolf disappears amongst the trees, closely followed by Fin’s intimidating dark brown beast. The distinct contrast in their proportions look almost comical, and
although I wish I could laugh at the disparity and find enjoyment in it, it simply reminds me of the abuse she has been subjected to her whole life.
Axel has always been there, in my mind, lurking in the shadows of my memories or pushing the buttons in the fear center of my brain. I was always looking over my shoulder, just in case. However for the most part, I knew he was far away and I was safe, that he could not find me, therefore he could not kill me. Lola on the other hand, had to live with that apprehension daily. The man who should have loved her and want to protect her above all oth
