Crawling All Over

Things were crawling inside his body. For the third time that night, he took a cold shower. He scratched his body as hard as he could. If it wasn't for the fact that he hasn't gotten his wolf yet, he would search for a stone and use it to rub his body.

Hell, even searching for rock and scratching each inch of his body seemed like a great idea.

The tears streaming down his face didn't help his situation. He hated everything.

His body.

The water.

And worse, himself.

Yeah. Yeah. Has gotten around to accepting himself and the fact that he would never know why he was in the pack, but now that he was alone, in his bathroom, everything seemed to come back into his mind.

The tears mixed up with the water and washed away. He looked down, even the blood tears wouldn't help how he was feeling. Why did it have to select a day like that day was something he wanted to scream at top of his lungs.