Nathan's POV
"Nathan, breathe," I whispered to myself, my hand gripping the steering wheel so hard it felt like my bones might snap.
But I couldn't. My chest was too tight, my lungs refusing to take in air. My wolf howled restlessly inside me, clawing, raging, while my heart—my heart felt like it was being ripped into pieces.
Unable to stand it anymore, I shoved the door open and stumbled out of the car. It was still parked in front of Lila's house, but I knew I couldn't drive it. If I did, I would run over someone, or crash into another car.
So I ran.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. My feet pounded against the ground, faster, harder. I was desperate, frantic, trying to supply air to my burning lungs, trying to outrun the ache tearing me apart from the inside.
And as I ran, the video replayed in my head.