The sun slowly climbed its way above the tree's shining down below on the mist of the woods giving it a slight glint. A sea of glittering mist twisted and winded around the trunks of tree's giving it an eerie persona.
Emptiness could always find Trent in this place. Alone and cold at his core; he covered it well with his kind ways. He didnt give a damn about his high rank as alpha and sometimes he wondered if he cared about the pack. Dark feelings clung at his core. An empty void of nothingness that clung to him ever since he could remember. Searching beyond the mist to the heavens the answer would never be found. Trent knew this yet kept searching.
Even as the pack thrived it was not what the wolf really wanted. Love he had at the beach or any love was just a sick joke to him. He was happiest when no one saw him and his soul could fade to the background of the world. No one watching no one caring, only him and his thoughts in the end.
He wished he had died with his pack deep down. Death was just an old friend he wanted to embrace more than anyone else.
