[KOSTA]
The evening was quite uneventful as the Lycan Chief did his very best to get ice from the shaka that was in his head. He was trying so hard to make it through. He was holding onto so many things at the moment and the thought of home lingered lazily.
Oh, in his head, it was different this time and Igor Konstantin wasn't sure if he wanted to live through this particular pain. It hurt, and it made him feel suffocated.
He needed to make a run for the hills. However, he couldn't even run as fast, because at the end of the hours, when the moon decided to light up the night sky, his thoughts would forever linger in the one place that screamed hope and repair at the same time.
It was crazy what life had been like for them. How life had turned out to be for him and all that he'd dear.
