Jayson's P.O.V
I've been running for two days, the longest I've ever been in wolf form. My legs had gone numb some time yesterday, my mouth dry in desperate need of water and the rest of my body screamed for me to stop.
Don't even think about it - Roger growled viscously in my head.
I won't - I snap back, even though I wanted nothing more than to stop and take a break.
But I couldn't.
I had to keep her safe.
I didn't have to look at her to know that she was still crying. She'd been crying since the moment I laid eyes on her, a sight which pained me more than I knew it could. It was like a burn that festered continuously, never dwindling.
