"I was homeless in Paris for a year, dated an artist named Gabriel. After he broke up with me, I had to get away. It was amicable, but I still needed to get away and clear my head. So I picked up, moved to Toulouse."
He dragged his fingers through his hair. "Went to school, started working on an Economics degree. Dated a girl one of my classes, broke up with her because I was afraid of how she'd react if she knew I was a werewolf. And then it turned out a girl in another of my classes was a druid -- and she figured out I was a werewolf. Which, since I was pretty much officially an omega, I was terrified about -- especially since there was no pack around. But she saw something in me, something that could be nurtured and honed."
Isaac took a deep breath, looking away now for a moment before looking back. "There's a Nemeton just outside of Toulouse, Peter. And I spent over six months as its babysitter."
There was more, but he was already having a hard enough time saying all of this to the one person whose respect he needed.