Pulling on the same Nike trainers that he'd used a thousand times before, Marcus plugged his headphones into his ears and stood up, ready to leave the house.
He was planning to go on one of his walks again since he needed to clear his head. After Eric's visit the previous day, he had gotten barely any sleep at all that night. There was just so much that he needed to think about and somehow he had managed to let all those minor problems they had, turn into much bigger and far more threatening ones.
The feeling of being stuck was one that he absolutely hated. Always had, even before he became a werewolf and of course not only did being what he was enhance his physical senses, but also his emotions and thought process. With every blessing came a little downside after all. If he could even call being a werewolf a blessing, at this point, he still wasn't entirely sure.