Wayne’s POV
I couldn't breathe. My chest burned as I tried to keep my breathing steady. My wolf was fighting me harder than ever before. I could hear him in my head, growling and pushing, trying to break free.
He wanted her.
He wanted to reach Dawn.
I did not understand why. I tried to reason with him, but he did not respond with words. He only pushed and growled, saying nothing but her name in broken growls. I held onto the tree near me, forcing myself to stay human. My claws had already half-formed, and fur had begun spreading across my shoulders.
“Stop,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “You cannot go near her. You will hurt her.”
But my wolf did not care. He was wild and restless, and all he could feel was her scent. It pulled him like a command. Every time I tried to fight him
