It was strange, honestly. I had only spent one day around Lewis. Barely enough time to understand his habits, his scent, or the way his wolf reacted to things. And yet… here he was, clinging to me like a wolf who'd finally found something he thought he'd lost forever.
For a moment, I wondered if this was just the alcohol talking. His scent was strong sharp, bitter, and heavy. Maybe the drink had pushed his wolf right to the edge.
But even then… I didn't push him away.
I rested my hand on his back, feeling how tense his muscles were beneath my palm. His wolf was trembling under his skin, fighting something I couldn't see.
"Lewis… about earlier…"
The moment I spoke, he slowly pulled back. He braced himself with one arm and really looked at me eyes scanning my face like he was searching for something important.
But the second his gaze landed on the red mole on my forehead, something inside him shut down.
All that raw emotion vanished.
