[Dated to Wednesday the 18th - For Rahne]
Now he knows for sure.
It was easier to forget what Rahne told him about not being a Wolf anymore, because the idea of not being able to run with the moon is scary and sad. It was easier just to forget and instead to worry about his new friends and make sure he was locked up and they were kept safe when the moon was big. But now he knows none of it was necessary and he feels... well, he feels sad and stupid and lost.
If he's not a Wolf, then he's not anything.
Lying on the ground near the Compound, his feet bare, his arms stretched out in the grass over his head, Wolf looks up at the moon. She's still full, still his moon, but she isn't at the same time. The hair hasn't grown on his hands or feet and he doesn't feel the need or the hunger. Lying in the grass under the moon, he's still just himself. There's no more running. No more going.
It makes him sad.
Sniffling softly, Wolf lifts one hand to wipe away a tear that's trickled down his cheek. Jack would tell him it's okay. He'd say that he's still a Wolf, no matter what the moon does, and Wolf wants to believe it, but he doesn't feel it in his heart anymore. That's the worst part. He can't even feel it.
"God pound it," he mutters, wiping at his face again. "Bastard moon!"
It was easier to forget what Rahne told him about not being a Wolf anymore, because the idea of not being able to run with the moon is scary and sad. It was easier just to forget and instead to worry about his new friends and make sure he was locked up and they were kept safe when the moon was big. But now he knows none of it was necessary and he feels... well, he feels sad and stupid and lost.
If he's not a Wolf, then he's not anything.
Lying on the ground near the Compound, his feet bare, his arms stretched out in the grass over his head, Wolf looks up at the moon. She's still full, still his moon, but she isn't at the same time. The hair hasn't grown on his hands or feet and he doesn't feel the need or the hunger. Lying in the grass under the moon, he's still just himself. There's no more running. No more going.
It makes him sad.
Sniffling softly, Wolf lifts one hand to wipe away a tear that's trickled down his cheek. Jack would tell him it's okay. He'd say that he's still a Wolf, no matter what the moon does, and Wolf wants to believe it, but he doesn't feel it in his heart anymore. That's the worst part. He can't even feel it.
"God pound it," he mutters, wiping at his face again. "Bastard moon!"