The night was well underway. Glen was running breathlessly. The huge two-tone wolf lined the road to maintain a bit of discretion and not expose his wolf form to human eyes or cause an accident.
He had no idea what time it was or how long he has been stomping the ground. He turned his head and saw the road he was following as he stayed hiding in the forest. He only stepped out of the woods when he had no choice. He had to hurry and be back as soon as possible to protect his omega and also the other werewolves who were endangered because of Light. It was his role. This was the very reason for this immeasurable force that flowed through his body.
