Sebastian's pov
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the horizon blur where sea met sky. Just over two hours until Cecilia would be safely home in Denver.
That thought should've brought me some peace.
It didn't.
My wolf, Soren, paced restlessly under my skin, clawing at the edges of my control.
His unease had been building all day--like static before a storm, impossible to ignore.
"Sebas, you look absolutely devastating in that color," Vance called, sweeping into the room in full formalwear. His eyes widened at the deep plum velvet suit I'd reluctantly agreed to wear.
I turned slightly, voice flat. "I look like a wealthy plum. Don't lie to me."
"An expensive mistake I'd still want to pursue," he said with a grin.
Vance approached, gaze unapologetically tracking down my
