'Don't you dare tell her your name or I will rip your soul from mine.' Sebastian warned sharply, but Muffin ignored him with the same ease Sebastian used to ignore Muffin when he was the one in control, and leaned further into Viola's hand as he said,
"My name is Muffin, mate." He said it in wolf language, and Viola's brows pulled together before a soft laugh escaped her. "Oh, I forgot. I can't understand your language. I don't have a wolf to bridge that gap."
'How unfortunate.' Muffin thought with a genuine groan of disappointment.
Sebastian allowed himself a brief exhale of relief, but it was short-lived. His eyes had found the bruise darkening her cheek and the dried blood still on her face, and something tightened inside him at the sight of it.
