with windows or doors open ever. Now the doors were open, and a large figure filled the empty space.
Shimmering silver eyes gleamed out at her. She froze, unable to breathe. Trapped by fear, she stared back at the mystical eyes, praying she was about to wake from a nightmare—a terror-filled nightmare that brought feelings of certain death.
Then a wave of warmth surged into her body and mind, heating her up from the inside out. A euphoric sensation pulled at her heart and eased her panicked mind. She recognized the warmth and knew it instantly.
“Do not fear me, Brie.”
Sebastian?
Her heart revved up at the thought of him standing like welcoming death. Something was wrong. What was he doing here lurking in the dark like a predator? She sucked in a sharp breath. Why were his eyes glowing?
Voice trembling, she admitted, “It’s hard not to be afraid when all I can see is your glowing eyes. You’re fighting the wolf transformation, aren’t you, Sebastian?”
Large, menacing hands widened at his sides, and she took note of his knifelike claws. “Yes,” he responded, voice scraping against his throat, sounding more beast then man.
Oh God . What am I going to do? What does he want from me? Duh, what else would a feral wolf want with his mate.
Her thoughts moved to Jonah. Silently, she begged for him to come to her, help her understand what was happening to Sebastian. The man she loved, cared for—feared.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be here.” She pushed up from her elbows and sat up straight. Her breathing grew heavier.
His voice was a deep rumble as he told her, “You’re right, but I can’t make myself leave.”
Oh, shit. What the hell did that mean? “What do you want, Sebastian? Why are you standing there in the dark? How did you get in here?”
He didn’t speak. Instead, he took one step forward then froze his advancement as if resisting the urge to get closer to her. Both of his hands dove through the tangled waves of his dark hair. Shadows and light danced along the silhouette of his body.
Turning, she caught a glimpse of his sweat-covered, glistening torso. He was naked. At least she assumed he was. She could only guess that he was not wearing pants either. She didn’t have to see it to know that he had come to her as the wolf, using her balcony as a means of entering her room.
Heart pumping fast in her chest, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Brooding shoulders had her wondering why he was there. Why he wouldn’t come near her? Why he sounded like the feral beast and not the man she’d spent the last four years in love with? Something was terribly wrong with the man she loved—something that told her he was struggling to come to terms with it just as she was.
Clutching the blanket to her chest, she begged him to tell her something, anything to help her understand what was going on. Why he had come to her like this. “Sebastian, please tell me what’s wrong with you. What’s going on?”
The silver in his eyes flickered, and a spot of red filled her vision, but only momentarily. She blinked, wondering if what she saw was real or if it was just her imagination. Fear was running wild in her mind, blood surging through her like a raging waterfall.
Perhaps it was just her heightened emotions and her overactive imagination, but she swore she smelled blood in the air—blood that didn’t belong to her.
* * * *
Sebastian had stared at her as she lay in peaceful dreams. He had run through the forest for hours, praying that the jolt of physical release would calm his wild spirit. The mating heat was driving him crazy, as was something else—something that left his body boiling with fever and mind full of fury. He wanted to kill, attack. The need to fight was at the forefront of his mind. He didn’t know why he felt this way, but the sensations were enough to make him scared he would hurt Brie if he tried to make love to her.
He hoped with all his heart that exhausting his beast would