Atlas was running.
After he had left Meredith's room he decided to go for a run. It was the perfect excuse in case his uncle asked him where he was this morning and the best way to remove Meredith's scent from his body.
His uncle had told him one of the advantages of being a wolf was the ability to smell other's on people.
He wasn't willing to risk anything with his Angel.
The ground blurred below him as he continued running for what seemed like longer than it should have, but he figured it was because he liked it.
He felt his whole body working; his leg muscles running warm, fresh air entered his lungs and blood flowed into all his limbs.
He couldn't help but love it, he hadn't felt this
exhilarated in ages and the adrenaline that coursed
through him, feeding the beast inside him was so addictive.
Atlas felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead and splatter to his chin.
