The car sped down the road toward the hospital, the engine humming loudly as the driver pushed the vehicle as fast as safety would allow. In the back seat, Theon sat with Azaria cradled tightly against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her frame. He kept his head bowed close to hers, his cheek resting against her forehead as he constantly checked the faint puff of her breath against his skin.
Every bump in the road made his heart hammer in his chest, sending a surge of panic through his veins. His wolf was clawing frantically just beneath his skin, desperate to hold her closer, to scent her, to mark her as safe and protected from the harsh world outside. Yet beneath the instinct of his inner beast, Theon was completely consumed by a mixture of fear and guilt.
