- Sleep never did remain with the wolf for long. After dreams warped into nightmares, his sleep was abruptly ended as he sat bolt upright in his bed with a startled growl. The night terror was replaying in his mind, the same memory over and over, a sharp silver knife and a cruel hand and there was blood and pain and screaming, so much screaming and- "No." Macks clasped his left hand over his mouth, willing the slight shift that had begun to take place to settle down and disappear. "Run. You always run. Just run." he muttered to himself, eyes wide and dilated with fear. He would calm himself within time, and after several deep lungfuls of air, the wolf ceased shaking and took the opportunity to leave his bed, finally. It must have been at least two hours since he fell asleep, and what a wonderful way to fall asleep, in the arms of what he considered to be a guardian.
That was over now, though. The Egyptian male rose out of his bed, swinging his legs over individually, slowly, before standing and stripping down to just his boxers. There was a chance that Bryn would come to check on him, so he made sure to leave a note in front of his bedroom door. The note read 'Out for a run. Be home soon. Thank you.' and it would be slipped under the door. He didn't even bother to leave the house via the stairs, he simply opened his bedroom window and sat on the ledge before dropping down, bending his knees to spread the shock of the jump and the weight on his legs. From there, he took a quick look around, and shifted almost immediately. His wolf was white, a dark grey line running from the base of his tail and ending just at the tip. Green eyes were brighter, and after a quick stretch, Macks was sprinting through the woods with his tail between his legs.
