Alone in the dark

Wylans wings were badly damaged. Wrapped in careful splints, heavy and immovable across his back. No longer a joy, just a weight. He'd broken a leg, and with the weight of his wings and all their wrapping, walking on three legs was painful and difficult. He was bruised and banged up, but his heart hurt the worst. He'd lost his tree house. For one shining moment it had been everything He'd ever wanted. A place surrounded by friendship and warmth. It's loss brought home the knowledge that everything had been long gone.

His mother had left him. His friends had left him. His father was bush with his boyfriend and miracle child. Seneca had walked away and never come back. Where had karaka flown off to? He'd thought Ignita his friend. He'd even fancied her, making her gifts until it had been clear that she belonged to Basilisk. She was busy with her kids, and hadn't visited. Oleander had his health and his clinic. He hadn't needed wylan for a long time now.
Wylan, who loved so big and so freely was alone in the dark.