Sean’s POV
The second Gemma was freed from that cage, relief hit me so hard I nearly dropped to my knees.
My sister was alive.
After everything we had lost, I couldn’t survive losing her too.
Even now, sitting in the hospital waiting room, I couldn’t relax. My wolf paced violently inside my head, clawing at me for control. Every sound, every scent, every movement around me made him restless.
He wanted out.
I rubbed my face tiredly before finally standing.
“I’m going for a run,” I mind-linked Larry. “My wolf’s struggling.”
“Alright, bro,” Larry replied instantly. “Watch your back and stay alert.”
“I will.”
The second I stepped outside the hospital, cold night air hit my face.
Then I caught the scent.
My entire body froze.
Mate.
The smell was dangerously beautiful—sweet but pow
