On the other side of the pit, Hiro sat alone. His food had been brought, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. His thoughts were a storm. His mind was never quiet, never still. It played tricks on him, showed him things he didn't want to see.
He could hear voices, feel emotions that didn't belong to him. Sometimes he could connect to over a hundred minds at once, and when that happened, things always went wrong. That was why they locked him up. It wasn't punishment—it was protection. If they didn't do it, people could get hurt. And they had. His Beta feared him. Everyone did. No one wanted to get too close.
They were all afraid of what he could do, especially now, with the full moon near. That was when he lost control the most.
He kept his eyes shut, hoping that maybe, if he stayed still long enough, the noise in his head would stop. But it didn't. It never did.
