*Matthew*
I tried to lay down and get some rest. I know I need it for in the morning, but I haven’t been able to fall asleep. Instead, I’ve been tossing and turning for an hour now. It feels like it’s been far longer though and finally I throw my blanket to the side, jumping out of bed. I need to run. The urge is threatening to overwhelm me at this point. It’s a driving need I feel deep inside…. To run? Or to get the hell out of this house? I’m not entirely sure which. I also feel an intense urge to see my mate.
I walk through the packhouse, trying to remain quiet until I reach the door. I open it, closing it behind me as slowly as possible to minimize the noise. I strip off right in front of the door, tying my shorts around my leg before I shift. I feel the familiar cracking and rearra
