Sebastian's POV
I couldn't look away from her.
The door closed behind us, sealing us in the quiet of her room. The air felt thick with her scent—fear, sweat, and that sweet omega smell underneath it all. My blood was running hot, pulsing hard through my veins. The bandage on my arm throbbed, reminding me of the fight, but it was nothing compared to what she made me feel.
She stood half-turned from the mirror, her back bare except for her bra. The wound on her shoulder was an angry red against her pale skin. God, I wanted to touch her. To trace the strap cutting across her shoulder blade. To tear off that flimsy fabric and see all of her.
But I saw the panic in her wide brown eyes when she looked at me in the mirror. She was shaking. Like a rabbit staring at a wolf. My wolf.
I had to h
