The feeling didn't fade the way it should have.
Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the floor, his hand still pressed flat against his chest where the tightening had settled into a permanent and insistent ache that no amount of breathing was easing. He had told himself it was the aftermath of the full moon. He had told himself Muffin was still recovering and his senses were unreliable.
He had stopped believing either of those things an hour ago.
He needed to leave, but there was no way he could get past his brother, who had been keeping an eye on him like a hawk and wouldn't allow him to leave in his place.
After Natalie's death, Alex had stepped away and remained underground for more than two years to grieve and recover while allowing Sebastian to continue being the one who went out into the world.
