Nathan's POV

I didn’t remember crossing half the territory, all I remembered was running.

Running so fast the wind tore at my fur, running so hard the ground cracked beneath my paws and running with one thought pounding through my skull.

Smoke slithered ahead of me like a living serpent, weaving between trees, gliding over rooftops as it drew closer, closer to the pack house.

I shifted mid-stride, bones snapping as I returned to my human form, because I needed my hands, I needed every ...