Blackwater Islands soft like trees in water, shaped to soothe and move

Gabe's face was burning. He had no medical training whatsoever, so he had no idea how to help himself. All he could do was wander the beach feeling sorry for himself and keep living. How could he have been so foolish? This pack clearly wasn't the family he'd thought it was. He had traded in freedom, to be somebody's bitch. Somebody who said they liked him, who said he could trust them, who he'd genuinely cared about. Two times in his life he'd placed his faith in someone he shouldn't have, and he would never do it again.

He felt so stupid, so helpless, and in pain. He wanted to run away, to swim from the island and never go back, but surely the Sisters would find him. He had nowhere to go, no one to talk to. He'd spent all of last night sitting and staring out at the sea and hating himself. He'd really fucked up his life, everything that'd ever happened to him happened because he followed his heart and saw the best in people. Never again. 

He stopped walking when he noticed a white furred beauty, scanning the ground around her. Normally he would've walked towards her happily, given her a friendly introduction and talked with her. But he remembered what'd happened last time he'd done so, when he opened his mouth his lip began to sting. Wincing with the pain, instead he started to keep walking down the beach, his head hung. For some reason one of the puncture marks on his muzzle had started to ooze again, and the smell of his own blood filled the air.