The small bathroom felt even smaller as tension thickened the air between us. Seraphine sat wrapped in the thin blue sheet, her dark wavy hair damp and clinging to her bare shoulders, silver eyes defiant despite the terror still lingering from her rapid shift. Her petite frame trembled slightly from the agony she had forced upon herself. My wolf paced restlessly, torn between the urge to dominate and an unfamiliar need to protect what was becoming mine.
“You mean to tell me you’ve avoided every single pack run since you were sixteen?” I demanded, arms crossed as I loomed over her.
“Yes. I have.”
“You’re what? Twenty-two?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Twenty-four.”
“Eight years?” I stepped closer, her peach-and-steel scent overwhelming in the cramped space.
“An Alpha who knows basic math. Wow,
