The Tangle you're on fire like, "i feel like i'm gonna explode any moment"

He swears the scent is following him — the beast is following him, surely. Doubt clouds his mind, warring with his fear, and just when it seems the former may win he hears a voice. A voice that is distinctly un-wolf, taunting him — threatening him. He swallows hard, trembling, and turns suddenly to face the direction he thinks the voice is coming from. But it's dark now, and he can't see anything. He can hardly hear anything over the sound of his own labored breathing, the blood rushing through his head, and he thinks he's going to die here. He's thought that before, so many times — but this time, he's certain it's the end, and all he can do is stand there and hyperventilate.