Kita kicked up the dust along the blank and empty roads as he sauntered along, leisure and bored. He knew, silently, that he could end it. The pain. He could end it now. It's not like anyone would care. He could just lay his head against the cold steel of the Trenton railroad tracks.. and the train would come, bustling and busy, too much thereof to stop... Sending him away.

But he didn't like to think like that. His friends--wait, what friends? Kita was a loner. He had his small circle of friends, sure. Or a triangle, if you prefer. But Kita, silent and quiet, lived up to his species. No. Humans had trouble. Lycans had more.

With a grunt and a hiss, the old SUV, it's red and shiny paint more noticable than yesterday, in the house next to the road came to life, but the brunette boy didn't raise his head. If it hit him... He couldn't care less. But in life, you should take your chances. Too bad he never had any. The boy finally picked up his feet, the pebbles lost and the path bare from where his shoes has scraped against the cold and featureless ground.

He knew he was a loner. Everyone did. And he always would be. The clan didn't like pack members. They were bound by force. The only proof Kita was a lycan was the clan earring. The thin hoop cruised around his earlobe, elegant and deadly, all the same.

He wondered if Amber had even gotten his text. The text it took him forever to type. The one word. "Like." He repeated it in the dull city air, but this time, it took no effect against him, and he sighed again, pulling the black hood over his head. Trenton wasn't a pleasant city. Drugs. Crime. Abuse. And it was one of the cities known for their suicidal attempted. Kita figured, hey, if I kill myself, at least I won't stand out. But he brushed his hair out of his face for a moment. And paused to look at the gloomy horizon. Yes. This was the beginning of the end. The end of the beginning. The gray area.

That was him.