Now what was he going to do? Where would he go?

The very fluffy white male was feeling very defeated. Nothing had gone his way in literally years. All his family seemed to be dead or gone, his mate was gone, everything he knew in Moladion was gone too. No Andras. No Mom. No Wraith. Not even Ayal was around anymore. No one. He was feeling very broken. Why was he even alive then? He was scared to die. Yeah, he was still scared of what felt like everything. Water. Females. Dying. The big ones. Oh commitment was apparently in that list too. He didn’t say anything to Renegade hardly before he went running off ages ago. It was scary though, and he just didn’t know what to make of well it anymore. He was waiting for Renegade to drop dead, he didn’t want that to happen to him again. Everyone he loved died. That was what he convinced himself of. Renegade would die too then he would feel even worse about things. Sure, he could flirt and call other guys sexy and things like that, cause they were, but he wasn’t serious and he didn’t love them. He just liked them and wanted to touch them and do that sort of thing. He didn’t even have that though, he couldn’t even find any good company.

He had to admit, he was getting kind of old all the wolves out there were about half his age it felt. And while that wasn’t really the thing that bothered him, there was always that thing in the back of his brain that said “hey you could be his grandpa if you ever got close enough to a girl to have kids!” as he slid up next to them. His last main attraction had been the previous alpha male of Iromar. He was so kind and he stuttered so silly like when Istas said anything about him being cute and if he ever thought he would leave his mate for another male. Of course he shot him down every time and reminded Istas they were also imprints for good measure, but boy did the young alpha seem to just lose himself. It had been fun while it lasted, but when the new alpha ran everyone out, Istas just didn’t turn back.

Why?

He actually didn’t know. It was finally a KING of Iromar again after all. He perhaps should have stayed… but there were lots women around him too. Well not that he could escape those, but there were certainly lower tree to flower ratio that was all he could say. He glowered slightly, his white eyes looking around looking absolutely lost. What happened to the days where he could disguise himself? Be the ultimate spy and informant? Were they just gone forever? Could anyone use his talents? Or was he just doomed to be alone forever now?

They never seem to catch my eye but I never wondered why