Sebastian's POV:
I didn't know how long I had stood in the snow.
Before I lost consciousness, the last thing I saw was Louisa drawing the curtains shut.
When I woke again, my nose was filled with the herbal scent of the Pack Hospital.
The old silver wound at my side ached dully, and an IV line ran into the back of my hand.
I turned my head and saw Louisa standing by the window, confirming my cross‑border identity for the hospital.
For a moment, I almost thought I had returned to the past. Every time my old injuries flared up, she would keep watch by the bedside. When I woke, she was always holding my hand. As long as I caught her scent, my black wolf would settle down. I had known full well how good she was to me. But knowing that only made me more certain she would never leave.
Lou
