Sunbeam Lair His heart was hollow, his face in pain

Moving on was never an option for poor Jolon. He dragged his aching soul everywhere he went, filled with sorrows and regrets, hate and anger. The memories of his other white companion still haunted him to this day, making his relaxing sleep a nightmare and every moment on earth a hell. He gritted his teeth. Fine. If every female in his life was going to leave him, either by tragedy or choice, he would no longer love. The dark man made a promise to himself right then and there; loving was now a sin.

My former home, my former companions, my family... He listed in a sad voice. Every word brought back an image. Perhaps I'm just not made to be loved, nor to love. He sighed, not weeping anymore. This was certainly helping, no matter what Noctura thought of this situation. And I'm fine with that. For now, I'll just protect our pack with all I have got.