Leo's POV
I settled onto the rug, my back against the cold stone of the balcony wall. It was uncomfortable as hell, but I didn't care. Being in the same room as her, hearing the steady rhythm of her breathing, was enough to quiet my wolf for the first time in weeks.
The silence of the room was heavy, broken only by the ticking of the clock. I closed my eyes, trying to drift off, but then I heard it.
A small, broken whimper.
I opened my eyes instantly. Scarlett was tossing under the covers, her fingers clutching the duvet so hard she had left a tear. Another sound escaped her—a choked-off sob that made my chest tighten. She was back in that nightmare.
"No," she whispered, her voice thick with terror. "Liam... Leo... please, no."
