Sinsa paced back and forth in the hallway. She gazed at the door, and her fingers were twitching from nerves. She stiffened when she heard a moan. A stunned realization formed on her face to what they were doing as she quickly backs away to give them privacy, waiting for Draven in the living room instead.
She watched the fireplace, observing the flames ignite and burn as the night passed, and a few minutes later, the werewolf emerged. She hadn’t expected him to look like he was fighting the urge to turn back and re-enter the room. At first, Sinsa didn’t understand why his face was filled with worry, his forehead creasing as he walked into the room with a stiff step.
“What is it? Is she alright? Will she be okay?”
“For now…” he muttered, walking to the couch and covering his eyes wit
