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tegan teeth gritted, gaze averting again as finley began to speak. she was making way more sense than tegan had ever made in his life, but he was angry. he was hurting. whatever outlets he used to have were gone now, and he was now just floating through life and failing miserably.

his face was turned into a scowl, and he stared ahead silently before finally saying. i came here to say goodbye, he told her, adding another name to the list of wolves she'd never see again, i'm tired of being left behind. tired of failing. of letting down. of not being the wolf that apparently everyone expected him to be. tegan had always had high self confidence -- and truly he still did -- but blow after blow was really tearing away whatever facade he'd put up.