Jax’s POV
Stepping out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom immediately hit us. Freya pulled the thick towel tightly around herself, her body still giving tiny flinches, but the wild, hysterical terror that had flared in her eyes half an hour ago was gone. She was exhausted. She was physically and mentally drained to such a degree that she was practically only kept on her feet by sheer will and my arm.
I led her to the edge of the bed and carefully sat her down.
"Wait here," I whispered, then stepped over to my massive, dark oak dresser.
I pulled open one of the drawers and took out a clean, black cotton t-shirt. My own. I knew it would be huge on her, but I didn't care right now. I just wanted to give her something soft and warm. Something that carried my scent. My wolf instin
