Noah's Tortured Thoughts

Christ.

What the hell was I thinking? Dear God, this beautiful woman could have died and I would've been the one to blame. She's damn lucky I found her in time. I'm sure she would have died from the explosion if I hadn't been there to save her. Shit. She wouldn’t have been lying next to her mangled car at the bottom of a ravine if it weren’t for me.

I wasn't planning on running out into the road. And in my shifted state no less! But I ran right out in front of her. How stupid could I possibly be?

I've bandaged what wounds that I could see. Thank goodness she's not too badly hurt. There's no way in hell I could risk taking her to a hospital. I have no idea how she managed to escape that horrible car wreck without any broken bones, but I'm not going to spend all night pondering it. She's already starting to moan; she's going to wake up soon. What the hell am I going to tell her?

I know she saw me. She swerved to avoid hitting me for Christ's sake. How, exactly, am I going to explain a white tiger in the middle of the Colorado Rockies?

Damn damn damn! I can't let her leave. She's in danger now, just for being in my presence. Tam isn't going to rest until he finds her. B.E.A.S.T. won't take the chance that she doesn't know a thing. They'll kill her. No, I have to protect her. She's innocent of any of this.

Holy shit, what did I just do to this woman? I've already ruined her car. How can I possibly tell her that I'm about to ruin her life as well?

God, what am I going to do?