SEBASTIAN'S POV
I was passing through the east wing, heading to my office, when I caught her scent. Vanilla and something wild, something uniquely hers. My wolf perked up immediately, a restless energy flooding my veins.
Jessica.
I shouldn't seek her out. I should let her have space, let her breathe. But my feet moved on their own, following that intoxicating scent like a man possessed.
Then I heard it. Her laugh. Light, genuine, the sound she never made around us anymore. My chest tightened with a confusing mix of longing and something darker.
I rounded the corner and stopped dead.
She was there. Standing by her locker, books in hand, her head tilted back as she laughed at something. And beside her was him. Some human boy with messy brown hair and an easy smile. Too easy. Too com
