His head hurt, he could feel the dull pounding in his skull and god it hurt so bad. He stumbled back, hand reaching up to run through his hair and over his mouth. He felt sick, so sick that it was making his head pound so much harder. He didn’t even hear Eph’s apology, he was drowning in the fact he’d killed so many people who didn’t deserve it. He took out his bitter anger of betrayal… out on innocent people simply living their lives. And for what?? Without warning, he ran to the front door and opened it with fumbling hands, bolting out as fast as he could down the street, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
Shit. Eph took a moment, unsure if going after the vampire was wise before shaking his head. He couldn’t let Mitchell go this easily. Not bothering to tug on shoes he shot out after the vampire, pausing for a millisecond to figure out which way he’d gone before running down the street as fast as he could without letting his wolf out again. It wasn’t easy to catch up with a vampire especially in a human form. Eventually he managed to reach out, grabbing Mitchell’s arm to bring him to a halt.