Zoey's POV
In my sleep, I seemed to catch a whiff of Russell's cool, pleasant woody scent, mixed with a hint of blood.
Ever since I found my wolf, my sense of smell had become acute.
I jolted awake, and the first thing I saw was Russell's attractive hand, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I propped myself up on the sofa and slowly sat up, asking, "When did you get back?"
Russell gave a faint smile and replied, "Just got here a little while ago."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"You looked so sound asleep."
Although Russell wasn't damp from the rain, he carried a heavy dampness, indicating he had been out for a long time.
Moreover, there was a bright red dot next to the fifth button of his shirt.
I noticed these details and asked with concern, "Are you hurt?"
Russell paused
