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“Sebastian,” Damian growls suddenly in his face. “f**k your— scent— I could f*****g smell you from clear across the goddess-forsaken field.”
The wolf’s hands press against his chest and the abrupt stop has him nearly spilling the cup of broth.
Somehow he’s standing at the door to the guardhouse, and Sebastian realizes that Damian is, in fact, guarding it.
He blocks the doorway with his entire body, shielding the wolves inside from everyone and everything that could be viewed as a threat, apparently including him.
There’s a tension between them for a long moment as they stare at each other—trying to understand the other’s intentions—before Damian finally removes his hands.
“I take it Azariel told you,” the other alpha rumbles as he eyes the things in his arms, and suddenly, h
