It wasn't the first time I'd crawled out of the moving bus and gone for a run. Something about the wind crashing against my body and no sounds other than the world whooshing past was so freeing. No one could stop me. I was untouchable.
However, this venture wasn't like the others. It wasn't a midnight boredom-buster or inspiration-igniter. No, it was about saving someone's life. I wished I'd called Wulf sooner. I should've f*cking called him as soon as I went all Dracula on Nash. It may have only been twenty-four hours or so, but who knew what sort of difference it could've made.
Throwing a frustrated howl to the wind, I leapt over the side of the highway, and flung myself down the slope of the mountain, pinning my arms to my side to cut resistance. It was the only time I could fly—whe
