Silverlight Terrace she has her arms around your waist

you know what? yeah! fuck this. fuck that. fuck everything. first of all, fuck bat. fuck her for leaving him on purpose. fuck mom and dad for leaving him on purpose. fuck niamh, for chasing out easy... and then for leaving him. fuck clover for treating him like absolute garbo. fuck everyone. fuck towhee, even. for no good reason except tegan assumed she probably knew about the whole bat thing -- may not, maybe he'd gotten ahead of himself. but either way, fuck towhee. 

quixote was right, he thought as he made east, he wasn't stable enough to be a beta at all. and good riddance, who the fuck wants to lead a pack of good for nothing dumbasses who just up and fuckin leave? he was going elsewhere. somewhere better. where was better? fuck if i know. 

actually, i do know, because i'm the narrator, but you don't get to know.

so as tegan made east, bailing on every wolf that had first bailed on him, he felt a little bit more whole.