He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He could barely even move. The only thing he could do was sit there, in the cold tomb and cry his heart out. So much pain, yet so little ways to express that. He did not know how to cope with such pain since he had never dealt with anything this bad before.
Lifting his head, Marcus looked around him for the first time since he had crash landed there, and noticed that the sun was beginning to set. He had less than an hour until the full moon would rise, and only a little while after that until it reached its apex. He didn't know if he had it in him to face the transformation. But he knew that he had no choice. Recently it was as though he never had a choice.
With a heavy sigh, the raven haired boy finally found the strength to stand up. He knew he
