Philip just wanted to run. It felt good, stretching his legs and trying to move as fast as he could. He would turn back later, he couldn’t miss the curfew or Kane would be furious, but he had some time. He could keep running.
Philip tripped, rolling along his side with the speed he’d been running. It took time, the haze of falling clouding his mind until he could pick himself back up, sitting on his knees. “Shit.”
It wasn’t that he hurt himself, a skinned forearm that would be completely healed in a few days. It was more the smell of Alpha- it was no root or rock that tripped him. But the smell. He turned on his toes, brown eyes wide as he looked.