Alone in the dark

Wylan nodded his head, and explained a little further. “Dad, Hika and Odette moved into the den under yours. My m-m-mums got destroyed when the treehouse fell on it.” and with it, most of what they had of Halos. He went to wipe his eyes. They were leaking again. Except he picked up the wrong paw and knocked his cast into his head instead. He sighed, feeling like that pretty much symbolised how his life was going. His pity party wasn't over yet.


“You say I'm a good person.” be said, his voice small. “But everyone else left. Seneca. Krak. Even Ignita hasn't visited.” He'd kept her company through a lot of her tough days. He'd made her a coat when her den had been cold. Seneca had loved it here, or so he'd said. But he still left anyway. His mother had left them all. “If I was a good person, wouldn't my friends stay?” He hid his eyes in his good paw.