Jason gestured to the bedroom. "The door in the back right corner of my room," he said. "It's got everything you'll need in it..." He sighed and stared into the fire, thinking about his past. He had lost his family many years ago when he was only 5 years old. A few years after that he joined the pack he had been a part of before he killed the Alpha's daughter. He had been about 15 then. After that, he lived on his own.<br/><br/>He'd made friends and enemies. All of which ended up dead somehow, whether by his fault or by something else. So, in order to protect himself from the pain of losing friends, he refused to make any. Even the vampire that he was allowing to stay in his house wasn't a "friend" exactly. She was more of an "acquaintance" than a friend. This was the way things had to be in order for him to keep pain away from him.