Noah POV

The highway stretches ahead, empty and gray.

I grip the steering wheel tighter. My jaw aches from clenching it for the past two hours.

'What am I doing?'

The question circles in my mind, relentless.

Zoe rejected me. Publicly. In front of the entire pack. And I accepted that rejection.

'So why am I driving five hours to see her?'

Part of me knows the answer. She is hurt. Badly hurt, according to Dr. Shaw's vague descriptions. She almost ...