Sebestian had been tossing and turning in bed for what seemed like hours, it had been quite the week for him and his pack. He tried his best to clear his mind but he simply couldn't stop thinking about Allen.

He knew the omega was lost in his own mind. The boy had no doubt made a cage of his own around his feelings and memories as a tool for survival. Sebestian knew he wanted to be a part of bringing those parts of Allen back to the surface.

He slid out of bed groaning and headed towards the bathroom to relieve himself, as soon as he was standing, he...