Chris wanted to run.
He wanted to shift and run far away from there.
He wanted to run until he passed the border until he didn’t know where he was.
He wanted to run until his legs gave out, until his tendons shredded, until his lungs collapsed, until he was more wolf than Chris.
He wanted to head into the woods until he never came out, until he disappeared and people stopped looking for him, stopped missing him.
He wanted to run until he forgot his name.
He wanted to run until he forgot Asa.
But he couldn’t do that.
He couldn’t forget Asa.
No matter how hard he tried, he’d never forget Asa, his lilac scent engraved itself in Chris’ brain.
He could never be without Asa.
He couldn’t leave.
He knew that his mating stood on a precipice, one false move and it would be all over.
If it weren’t all over already.