Jasmine POV
“Reagan, stop! No!” I shouted, running to him. “Let’s go back to the pack. We can’t do this here.” I didn’t want a confrontation, especially not when he was still recovering. He looked pale, but his eyes were full of life.
Sean sneered, his eyes flicking between us. “You think you can just walk away, Jasmine?”
People were starting to watch us. One man even took out his phone to capture the moment. The last thing we needed was a public spectacle.
“Please, Reagan, let’s go,” I pleaded.
He looked at me, then nodded slightly. “Alright.”
I glanced at the man with the phone. My anger flared, and I willed the gadget to run out of battery. Instead, it sparked and blew up in his hand, causing a commotion.
“Hey!” he yelled, dropping the device.
The crowd’s attention shifted to hi
