Chapter one hundred and fifty-eight

Luke's POV

Something was terribly wrong, something I couldn't explain. There was this restlessness in me and my wolf. We were both anxious to get out, we wanted to run, our hackles were raised and my skin crawled as if someone had just set fire to my fur. Something wasn't right with us. Not one bit of it, not a single thing that made sense. But nothing really did make sense these days.

Yet tonight was different. I wanted to go somewhere, it felt as though I needed to be somewhere for some reason. My wolf kept bowling at the top of his lungs. We could hardly stand it. It was like trying to sleep while being bombarded by explosions. My skin would be covered in goosebumps, it was so cold all of a sudden as if ice crystals were forming on every piece of my body.

Every part of me was prickling and tingling like crazy, it was getting impossible to keep still. The only way I could keep from shivering was to focus hard on a task because even though everything inside of me felt like jello an