Having delivered his warning, Sebastian stepped back and then, without so much as glancing at anyone gathered in the hallway, he walked toward his wife and bent down in front of her, growling simply, "Get on."
Viola looked visibly taken aback, and she glanced around at the watching crowd before looking back down at the mighty silver wolf crouched in front of her, waiting with an expectant patience that somehow managed to be more commanding than any order. She had never ridden on a wolf's back before, only mates were permitted to sit on a wolf's back, and even then it wasn't something done lightly.
Matt, who had shifted back to his human form and wrapped himself in one of the emergency blankets kept in the corners of every floor throughout the building, wanted to bury his face in his hands.
