SEBASTIAN'S POV
Her scream cut through the house like a blade.
I was out of my chair and moving before my brain fully processed it. Dominic, Julian, and Cassian were right behind me, all of us taking the stairs two at a time.
"Jessica!" I shouted, my wolf surging forward, demanding I get to her now.
We burst through her door—lock be damned—and stopped dead.
She was on the floor by the window, moonlight pouring over her like liquid silver. Her body was twisted, arching, her fingers clawed into the carpet. Her face was contorted in agony, sweat-soaked hair plastered to her forehead.
And her scent.
Oh f**k.
It hit me like a physical blow. That sweet wildflower scent I'd been fighting for weeks—it was magnified tenfold. Richer. Deeper. More intoxicating than anything I'd ever smelled.
