Tragic Magic

Today was an odd day. He felt...strangely detached from the world around him. He had slept fitfully, images of his mother's gnashing teeth flashing in his dreams. Of course, she had never lashed out at him but...for some reason, nightmares plagued him. Voices began to creep into his mind, and all he could see was pools of blood. When he had woken up that morning, his heart had been pounding painfully against his chest, and if wolves had the ability to sweat then he was sure he would have been plastered with it. Taking a deep breath, he sat outside the mouth of his den. One he had chosen to dig out far from the main one that everyone else seemed to sleep in, or at least...the alpha and his kids. Azazel hadn't bothered trying to see who the new kids on the block were, they didn't concern him. Didn't interest him. He didn't need friends...did he? He scoffed. Probably not. After all, if he wasn't fit to have a family then what made him think he needed friends? He was alone despite living in a pack, and he suddenly felt small compared to everything. The nightmares seemed to drain his energy and any sense of him he had...though he had always been kinda grumpy, today just felt...off.