He feels it.
It's weak, almost nonexistent, but it's there.
So faint, almost like the last flame of a dying candle.
Yesterday, it wasn't there, and it made him lose himself again.
He howled until he couldn't do it anymore. He wanted to shed off the skin, to run and find his mate again, but he could not.
His body feels like it's submerged in the deep water, his ears are forever ringing, and he can't even see sometimes.
He is crushed under, and as much as he can't remember why, all he wants, all he yearns for is to be with his mate.
He sees his parents limp to the doorway, push food inside the bars, and then stay with him. They talk, but he can't understand them.
All his attention is towards the faint bond that's between his mate and him, feeding it and giving it life.
He doesn't understand why he is trapped here when he should be with him. he wants to hate, to lash out, but he has no energy left, other than to give and push through the bind, to his mate.
