Shut Eye (boyxboy)

|6| Cold

"Shoes are made for walking you to lands and other seas."

When Corey left, I was left in a mess. I felt hurt. Like there was a gaping hole in my heart. It was a pain indescribable unlike the beatings. I felt like there was nothing else to live for. I didn't have a mate, a pack, a shoulder I could hold on to. Luna Talia will turn her back on me once she smells that my scent has changed from a pack member to a rogue. I limped out of the hospital and got glares sent my way by the wolves that worked here. I just lowered my head and continued to walk. When I got to the pack house, I was grateful no one was around to see me. I went into the kitchen and went down to the basement to change into the only other pair of clothes I had. I took a shower then changed, then I left using the back door that was in the kitchen.

          I shifted into my black wolf then ran. I ran and ran as fast as I could to get away from here. The severed bond I had with Corey was straining. Tugging painfully as I got farther away. I didn't turn back. Nonetheless even looked back. I just kept running. I seemed to miss the patrol wolves as I felt myself pass through a barrier. My head felt light but heavy at the same time. I didn't know how long I ran because it seemed that it had turned night in just a few seconds when clearly it was just morning. My feet ached and my throat was burning in thirst. I stopped to a trot and walked in the forest, looking for some source of body of water.

          I found a river and I walked up to it. I leaned down so my snout was a little ways close to the water, letting my tongue lick up the fresh water into my mouth. I then got up and continued walking. Just being in my thoughts. Sooner or later I heard thunder. I looked up to the sky to see dark clothes forming, covering the moon. I then felt a wetness on my nose. I could immediately tell there was going to be one heck of a storm. I walked faster, trying to find shelter to provide from the storm. I saw a small cave and dashed to it. I curled up in a ball under the cave and let my wolf head rest on my paws.

SWOOSH

          The strong cold wind came, swooshing in flakes of snow that rained down onto the earth. It was freezing cold here in Nome, Alaska. I sought warmth and curled closer to myself and back up against the back of the small cave in hopes to find the warmth I sought. But the back of the small cave was cold. I hated being an omega. I wished I was never born this way. Maybe then my pack mates would treat me the same way they treated other. Maybe then my mate would have not rejected me.

I was just so tired.

So tired of walking.

So tired of trying.

          I'm so tired of being here, I thought to myself. I rest my paw over my snout and cover my eyes. I cry myself to sleep eventually, listening to my wolf pant and choke on his blood.