Zephyr stood still, eyes fixed on Jason's steady gaze. He wanted to tell him—wanted to let him in on what would happen when the moon rose tonight. His guts told him Jason could help, but he couldn’t risk it.
He needed someone to watch over Sylvia. Jason couldn’t do that if he was too busy worrying about him. And besides, he still wasn’t sure how Jason would react when he finally told him about the Lebonair wolf clan.
His fingers curled, heart pounding. He had to know more about his father's people.
“Zephyr.” Jason’s voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. “I thought we were past this. We’re friends now, so why do you keep bottling things up?”
“It’s nothing serious, just something my mom told me once,” Zephyr lied. He sucked in the cold evening air, steadying himsel
