Elisabeth's POV
Time seemed to freeze as I struggled to find my voice. "What are you doing here?"
The question sounded ridiculous the moment it left my lips. Of course he was here. This was his home.
Jefferson remained silent, his intense stare penetrating straight through me as if he could read every thought racing through my mind. When he took a step forward, my body automatically retreated. The flash of hurt that crossed his features made my chest tighten, but still, we stood in tense silence.
"Shouldn't you be furious with him right now?"
My wolf's irritated voice cut through my thoughts, replacing the usual whisper of my subconscious.
You're right, I responded internally. I should be angry. I am angry.
Yet here I stood, fighting every instinct that screamed at me to rush into his arms and confirm he was real, breathing, and safe. My mouth opened to speak, but another voice interrupted.
"Jefferson, thank goodness you're home."
