He paced restlessly near the edge of a cliff. No, he wasn't crazy and thinking of jumping or anything. If anything, the breeze coming over the edge of the crags gave him a clear head. He was able to focus better up here. The problem was that he didn't have much to think about right now, or was it that his thoughts were too scattered to put into any one coherent thought? There was Malleah. Oh god, she was in every facet of his mindset. The scent of her, the feel of her. When he had met her for the first time, they had never touched, only talked. It was like a dream come true to feel her in his embrace. But then to lose her again right after was just a really bad nightmare. He worried for her. She had gone back to the pack, back to him, the male who had impregnated her, the male who treated her like dirt. He couldn't stand the thought of that male ever laying eyes on her, much less touching her. The thought brought homicidal rage to the forefront of his mind every time.

Exodus was not his father, but he wasn't perfect either. He had patience as a child growing up but when he reached a certain age, things became more clear and his patience started to fade. When he started training with the assassins, he found that he had another weapon that worked just as well as the patience. If not, better. His rage. He had a switch that he could flip that made him almost feral. He swore that his eyes only saw red when he was in this state. He could turn it on at any point and there was no hope for anything in his way when that happened. The assassins admired this advantage. They wanted to use him as a weapon, give him their targets and watch him create mayhem. Over time, it became what he did best. His name became his own calling card. He literally was The End for a lot of wolves in the four years he was gone. But when he left the group, he promised himself that he would take what he had learned there and blend it into the life he used to know. Of course, he didn't know what kind of life he would have back in Moladian. He could only hope that he wasn't completely alone. And thanks to Malleah, he wouldn't be. At least not when she came back for him.

He was more on the impatient side now than he'd like to admit. He didn't waiting, especially not for something he felt he had waited too long for as it was. He only wanted Malleah back in his embrace, back where he could see her and touch her anytime he wanted. He almost wished he could EXPEDITE her arrival back to him but he didn't want to seem like the needy type. So he would have to wait and pray that she was safe when she came back, that nothing had happened to her. He hated the waiting. He hated knowing how to protect her and yet being asked to stay on the sidelines and wait instead. It made him feel helpless and he hated that feeling. He knew his brother River was gone. He knew Devil had died and he had lost Natalya not long after his birth. He didn't have any children or neices or nephews and he didn't know of any cousins because neither Natalya or Devil were from Moladian. Any family he had would be scattered across the globe. He never felt so alone as he did now. And he grew restless in this state.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, looking over as if it held all the answers. His fur ruffled and for a moment, he felt peaceful. He let all the anxiety and anguish go and he closed his eyes, leaning into the breeze and letting it lift him up inside.
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