*He didn’t like going outside if it wasn’t necessary. He didn’t even like leaving the basement on most days. He wasn’t excited and eager to be on Earth like Branwren or Amrita. He liked the solitude of Purgatory, after he had spent so many years up there, getting used to nothing but white walls and being alone.
Most humans couldn’t understand the Russian accent that he still had from his early days of being a human, before he had became the first wraith, so he found it easier to just stay quiet and pretend to be a mute.
He didn’t like pretending to be a mute.
So he stayed in the basement, painting the walls white and listening to the shifter and werewolf above them. All this time in Purgatory together, and they had never really interacted. He couldn’t bring himself to break that now, even if the days were slowly getting warmer and turning the basement into an oven.
Creeping up the stairs, he creaked open the door and peeked out. Being an alpha, he was stronger than most of his kind, able to go longer without feeding, but on a rare occasion he did need to go out. The only problem was that these days it was harder to hunt, with humans smarter than they used to be and the technoloogee these days that could pinpoint how someone died.
Sometimes he envied Branwren and Amrita, who could eat normal food and live normal lives while they weren’t changing bodies, weither that body was another human or a wolf once a month. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to live without the hunger, not remembering what it had been like to be a human.*