On The Edge

Drake's POV:

I needed to get out of there, away from everything that was making me feel like I was losing control. The weight of the situation was pressing down on me, and I knew that if I stayed, I'd explode in ways that wouldn't help anyone, least of all Leila. My mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—anger, confusion, and hurt all swirling around, making it impossible to think straight.

I had to clear my head. I needed to go for a run.

Shifting always helped me burn off whatever anger I had built up. The rush of wind through my fur, the pounding of my paws on the earth—it grounded me, pulled me back to something real when everything else felt like it was spinning out of control. I'd be able to think more clearly, figure out what the hell was really going on.