Sebastian's POV
The shift took a toll on Aitana. She was sound asleep now, but I could still feel the echo of her pain in my bones—the way her body had shattered and reforged itself.
I don't think my first shift was this hard, but I understand why hers was.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek. Even in sleep, she was restless, her brows furrowed like she was fighting some invisible battle.
Her wolf was unique. I've never seen a female have a black wolf; her fur shimmers with the moonlight. Thank the Goddess we weren't outside.
I trust my pack members, but her wolf will make them talk, which is the last thing we need right now.
I exhaled slowly, watching the rise and fall of Aitana's chest.
"I want to talk to her wolf," Azrael complaine
