Estelle's POV
Hospital.
The word yanked me back from some hazy drift.
Only then did I feel the dull ache at my temple.
Warm liquid trickled down, mingling with the rain, carrying a metallic tang.
So the blow from earlier hadn't left me unscathed, after all.
My wolf stirred, a sluggish ripple of awareness, reacting belatedly to the pain.
"No need," I said, my voice steadier than I expected.
I lifted my hand to brush away the blood, fingertips tingling faintly. "Just a scrape."
The middle-aged guard frowned, a hint of disapproval, but he didn't push further.
I hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him.
He stood in the rain, the black umbrella held by his guard, droplets tracing down his sharp jawline anyway.
That scent lingered—sandalwood, deep, restrained, Alpha.
My wolf ed
