Sebastian doesn’t know when Azariel’s hand wrapped itself around his arm, but he’s more than a little grateful it has.
It grounds him. Forces him to feel the dirt under his feet and hear the rain hitting the trees. Forces him Out to push back the alpha who wants to claw and bite and tear through the Jedi Pack for even thinking about touching Damian.
Forces him to remember that Damian wouldn’t want him to claw and bite and tear through the Jedi Pack like a feral animal instead of the man and the wolf he raised him to be.
But then, Kailyn takes another shuddering breath and tells him, “—tried to get there— but there were guards outside— and then—” she swallows hard, and Sebastian can’t help but swallow himself. “—he stopped.”
He stopped.
Damian stopped.
And the weight around his arm—
