Eyes closed and he leaned against the window, like a weightless observer he felt adrift even in his own body. This place didn't seem like his anymore, and with each passing day he was forgetting why he had made this haven to begin with. It didn't feel like home anymore, it felt like a trap. The week before he had seen the article in the paper and cut it out, carrying it around with him without really knowing why. There was a warehouse loft being rented near the docks. Not exactly a celebrated area of town but he knew that Tommy and Beaver lived close by. There would be space, and freedom and most of all peace. Something he desperately needed right now. Slowly a tear rolled down his cheek, wetness clogging his lashes and making the thick black lengths draw together. Pale hand lifted and the tips of dexterous fingers wiped that tear away.
It was for the best, for all of them. Turning back to the bed he continued his packing, clothes and objects that he used on a regular basis. This was the week of the full moon so he would stay, just until the wolves gathered for their moon, but his bags would be packed and put in the Hummer now. Once the week was over he would be leaving.