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Forty minutes.
That was it. He gave up after forty minutes.
He'd been lying there staring at the ceiling, listening to Ash breathe across the room, and his wolf had been pushing the whole time, not aggressively, just steadily, that low insistent press of something that wants out and has decided to be patient about it. Patient was somehow worse than aggressive. Aggressive, he could fight.
He got up. Pulled on pants. Went out the window because the door would wake him and he wasn't doing that.
Hit the ground and shifted before he landed.
The change rolled through fast because his wolf had been ready for hours, and the moment it got the go-ahead, it went. Four paws on cold ground and he ran. Flat out. The campus fell away behind him, and he hit the highland terrain beyond the east
