Back at the Winters Tower, Wesley stirred awake to the sound of rain tapping against his office window. His head throbbed as though someone had split it open from the inside. He blinked, disoriented, realizing he was sprawled across the leather sofa with his clothes rumpled. A faint scent of perfume lingering in the air.
The clock on the wall read 10:17 p.m.
He sat up slowly, running a hand through his hair. “What the hell…”
The last thing he remembered was Delilah being in his office. He recalled hearing her soft voice, her delicate hands brushing his cheek, her lips moving, saying something comforting. Those memories made him smile and for a moment he felt a strange pull of longing for her.
Then… darkness. Nothing after that.
His wolf, Vega, stirred inside him, restless.
