Nathan
It was killing me.
Sitting and waiting was killing me. I barely slept a wink the entire night. Every second my eyes would dart to my phone until I ran the battery repeatedly, waiting for a return call from Lyla or Nanny.
My paws pounded on the wet earth as I pushed myself harder, the early morning air slicing through my lungs as I raced through the dense forest as Ragnar—my wolf. I wanted to escape the uncertainty that had taken root since I helped Lyla come back from her semi-trapped state.
I wanted to run away from the words The Dark One had whispered in my eyes, with confidence brimming in his eyes as he told me he was waiting for me all along and knew I'd come.
I wanted to run away from the pressure of leading the pack. All I wanted was to lie beside Lyla and forget.
Oh! How I wanted to forget everything…