Zeph's POV
A red-haired girl is lying peacefully on my chest, covered in my bloodied shirt and half naked on my skin.
We're still in the bus, the morning sun filtering through the windows, casting a golden glow over her pale skin. The leather seats are uncomfortable beneath my back, but I don't dare move and disturb her, I don't want to do that or I won't watch her this way, notice she has scanty freckles at the bridge of her nose and very pouty pink lips that has kissed me severely without permission.
She doesn't even knows this but she's f*****g beautiful, I hate that It's true and affecting me badly. I almost bit her yesterday, my wolf almost claimed her and damn it if I didn't control myself not to mark her as mine seal the bond.
Liana is still on my mind, a trauma that would hunt
