SEBASTIAN’S POV
The hallway felt longer than usual as I followed Megan, the tension still buzzing through my limbs from the fight with Victor and the thrill of finally being able to shift again. But now it was just us. Alone. Quiet.
She led me into the guest room and closed the door softly behind us. I stood near the bed, unsure whether I should sit or pace or just blurt everything out.
Instead, I said the only thing that mattered.
“I shifted.”
Her lips quirked into a small smile, like she couldn’t believe it either. “Yeah,” she said, voice still breathy from the run. “you did.”
“It’s over then, the curse. For real.”
“I guess so.”
Silence stretched between us for a second, charged and heavy. I moved closer.
“Meg,” I said, quieter now.
She didn’t answer right away. Just looked up
