Sebastian
I scrubbed my hand across my face, trying to wipe away the exhaustion that plagued me, leaning away from where I'd been resting my head beside Warrick's unconscious body.
Nearly two weeks he'd been out, his hair was shaggy and uncut, a beard had grown that covered this wide jaw and lip, aging him - but everytime we cut it, it'd be back the exact same in a few hours.
The Goddess had him, f**k knows where, but until we freed him, he was stuck in a coma.
It f*****g sucked not having his leadership.
Even when he couldn't talk and was drinking that f*****g wolfsbane mix, he'd still run the Pack and ensured we kept ourselves together.
For her.
I'd not stopped dreaming about her.
About the small moments I shared with her, some of them were from before our bonding, when m
