Michael
The man staring back at me looked pale and sickly as though he had walked through hell and battled death himself. His face guant and eyes sunk. Faded bruises plastered his body. He looked so defeated from afar. Only to someone that truly inspected him up close would notice something small. A hint of colour.
A glimmer of life.
The mirror steamed up and the man slowly disappeared. I had almost been grateful that he was no longer there, staring back at me. That man was scarred and disfigured. Frail and disgusting. He was no longer an Alpha of a strong pack. That man in front of me no longer a leader, a son or a brother. Instead there stood an empty hollow man with dark deathly eyes.
I acknowledge the man in the mirror is me and I realised that the hint of colour could only be
