"March?!" Jaden growled, "What the fuck? How can it be March? What the hell was I doing for eight months?" Jaden started taking his advice and sat back down, taking deep breathes, but his claws dug deeply into the log he was sitting on, "Was I really wandering for eight months? That's impossible!" His head spun and he swayed for a moment, the pain now seemingly centralized to his head. It was like the world were yelling at him, and the smells, they were so strong it almost made his eyes water.<br/><br/>One smell cut through the rest, the smell of cooked meat. His mouth watered and his stomach growled loudly, making him cover his torso. He couldn't believe he was in such a position. Eight months was a long time. He assumed his family already thought hew as dead, his friends moved on by now. Jesse already gone before him. He was as good as dead to the rest of the world, and the realization cut him to the bone. He had nothing left. No one cared for him now. Tears welled in his eyes and he leaned forward, his shoulders shaking.<br/><br/>"Eight months I'm missing after an attack that killed her..." he paused, "I'm as good as dead to the world now anyway. What should I be worried about, right? What should it matter that I'm miles from home and no longer Human? Jaden died eight months ago!" The tears began flowing and dripped on the ground, "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine in a minute."