"Now I know, that I can't make you stay,
But wheres your heart?"
Franks POV:

I lived the next few days in a cloud. I felt as if I didn't exist; a ghost floating among people. I was empty. I had no contents, nothing to see, nothing to feel, nothing to love, nothing to hate. I lived in the streets, not daring to come home to my father. He'd kill me for sure.
I was homeless now, a lone wolf. I had no one anymore. I was numb, I had let myself become a nobody.
I lived like this for awhile, and i didn't mind it. I didn't care. People left me alone, but having nothing to live for had terrible effects on me.
On the fifth day of this, I did something terrible.
I needed to get this feeling away somehow... I wanted to feel something again... maybe happiness...
I walked through the streets and smirked as I saw a gang of people heading toward me. Perfect.
"Some faggot lost?" One sneered at me.
I stifled a smile. "p-please, leave me alone..." I put on the best innocent face I could.
"Get him boys. Leave him a message he won't ever forget for trespassing." he demanded.
One of the boys headed toward me, and I shifted. And I let all hell break loose. The boy didn't even realize what was happening as I tore his throat out. I felt my teeth sink through flesh and crush his wind pipe. I threw him aside, watching his head fly off his body in a mangled mess of blood and guts. His friend's scream of horror was cut off quickly with a quick snap of my jaws around his skull. The last two boys tried to run, but I barreled into them. They fell to the ground and I finished one off, leaving the leader. I walked up to him and cornered him, smiling. Saliva dripped from my muzzle, along with bits of blood from the other members of his crude gang. His look of fear made my heart pound, and brought me more pleasure than it should have. I crept forward, driven by pure evil my heart was turning into. The boy pressed against the concrete wall, and I imagined my father standing there, finally being the helpless one. No longer was I the helpless wolf I lived my life living, falling victim in the trap of love, but I was the powerful wolf, killing people as I wished. People feared me now, and I didn't have to fear them. Fear them killing me, fear them hurting me. I pinned the boy against the wall and he whimpered as I licked his neck, tasting the sweet tang of his sweat. I pierced his skin slowly, and he whimpered. Finally I decided it was time to finish him off. I threw him to the ground and tore through his stomach, ripping at his organs.
I panted, and stared at my kill. The blood had tasted so good.. I licked my lips and smiled as adrenaline drained from my veins. The wolf was satisfied. I was satisfied. The mangled corpses at my paws brought me so much joy...
I dropped the bones of the body and stretched. I didn't bother licking my mangled fur clean of blood and headed off into the woods, leaving the pathetic bodies to be found tomorrow, their killer never to be found.

Gerard's POV:

I had to admit, I missed him.
But the person I thought he was. I guess I didn't really miss him, but I missed the times we had. The serene nights we had, the kissing, having someone to call my boyfriend. I missed his warm body against mine in my bed.
But no, he betrayed me.
Or was he telling the truth?
Mikey told me to calm down, and staying away from Frank was the best thing to do. That it'd be best for both of us. Even if he told the truth, it'd only bring us trouble.
I wanted to listen to Mikey, I really did, but something inside told me it just wasn't possible... I felt something strong with Frank and I couldn't just leave him behind in my past.
Then again, did I really have the choice?

Franks POV:

The benefit of being a lone wolf now, was I decided not to be a part of the pack, and they couldn't read my thoughts now. They were now unable to track me by anything but my scent, which I cut my tracks off in a river, so it would be hard for them to find me.
I had migrated through city after city for the past few days, going farther and farther away from Gerard as possible, as far away from my past as I could.
And as far away from the terrible thing I had done just hours ago.
The flash of the blood and gore of the humans kept playing over and over in my mind, playing like a movie stuck on repeat. I couldn't get it to stop, and they kept getting more and more vivid with each pawstep.
How had I let myself do that? Why had I let my wolf self take over? I promised I'd never kill a human ever again...not after my brother...
I shivered at the memory and pressed on.
I tried to let myself drain of thoughts, but I couldn't no longer. All the feelings I had been avoiding for the past few days were hurling themselves at me, and I couldn't take it much longer.
I stepped to the edge of the forest, and looked out at the horizon of New York City.
I could start a new chapter of my life now. Without Gerard, without letting myself turn into a wolf ever again.
I could become human.
I sniffed the air, and tasted the scent of the city. I directed my hearing towards the honking cars and yelling people.
I closed my eyes.
I knew what I must do next.