He watched him give him his bowl and frowned slightly. He may be hungry, skin and bones, but he didnâ€™t want to take the manâ€™s food. He noticed the man was watching him, so he ate the bowl slowly. Wanting to eat it quickly, but he didnâ€™t want to disobey the manâ€™s order. He hated Alpha males because of this, but since it wasnâ€™t an order that would hurt him, he followed it.<br/><br/>Rogue? Name. Ikuto. No. Vladimir. But that name was useless now, because that life was ruined. He had been outed. He didnâ€™t want to take a name. They always ended up being destroyed. They made him a person to be destroyed. He placed the bowl down, only a fourth left. He couldnâ€™t eat it, the memories making him loose his appetite.<br/><br/>He watched the man come up to him and let him help him to bed. Not liking the fact the man was touching him. It made his skin crawl yet burn at the same time. As if he wanted the touch, but didnâ€™t. Touch was bad and it hurt. He caught the T-shirt, then opened his mouth to say something, but the man was already gone.<br/><br/>He closed his mouth and put on the T-shirt slowly, putting it on backwards without realizing it. He hadnâ€™t worn clothes in over a year. He was a wolf and didnâ€™t need it. At the moment there was only one thing he wanted, he wanted to know the manâ€™s name. The name of the only person who was wolf that hadnâ€™t tried to kill him or capture him in the past two years. The packs he passed through or by, they always allied with his... with them.<br/><br/>He laid down and stared up at the ceiling. His mind wandering and buzzing, not falling asleep until hours later. Waking at every creak in the wood, every cricket, and every howl. He didnâ€™t sleep well that night. He never did anyway.