He will be taking his life.
Yes, that’s the best thing to do right now. Walden is tired. He is fed up. Life no longer seems as manageable as it used to be. No one wants to be around him anymore, and those that he used to keep around betrayed his trust like it meant nothing to them, now they’re gone.
So, he left the packhouse that same morning, he only put on a cloak to cover his night clothes, he didn’t take a bath, didn’t eat any food, there was no need to after all, for someone who was about to die. As he neared the border, he could already sense it; freedom, liberation, he could already feel it coming closer. Soon, all of this would be over, his sister will take over the pack once he’s gone. Those who hate him will no longer have any problems to deal with anymore. At the end of all
