Anna heaved a heavy sigh as she walked out of the bathroom. She drew herself up and settled on the bed behind him, ignoring the fact a naked man on the bed sent her into a near panic attack. She knew he wasn't there to hurt her, she'd tear him apart, but it didn't quell the terror in her heart.
She knew how Sean felt. Too close to the bone.
But she snaked her arms around Chris and shared her peace with him, resting her head on the back of his neck, focusing on breathing normal and not panicking. He wasn't wolf. He couldn't hear her heart racing or smell the terror wafting off her skin. She had to work to share the peace.