Damian POV:
The moment I tore open his hoodie—
I froze.
My half-shifted hand, claws mid-air, caught in the pause of pure confusion.
Wrapped chest. Bandages. Tight and purposeful.
My first thought?
He’s hurt.
But no... there was no scent of blood, no injury—just a soft, unmistakable outline beneath the fabric.
Bulges. Rounded. Firm. Pressed down but not hidden well enough now.
My eyes widened, my heart lurched like it missed a beat. My claws twitched, almost retreating.
"Boobs?"
My dumbass wolf echoed in my head, stunned stupid.
I blinked. "You have boobs?"
The words stumbled out of me, choked with disbelief.
This had to be a joke.
A hallucination.
A spell?
No... I could see them, and I sure as hell could smell the truth now that the illusion was cracking.
But still—I nee
