Zephyr's stood still under the warm afternoon sun. His face was frozen, hands clasped to his side as he stared at the door.
This was his one chance to make things right with Sylvia, but he'd lost it.
He thought it'd get better after talking to her. But it felt like it got worse. He knew she was upset with him because he'd pushed her away. But now this? Being angry at him because he was always sad about how badly he was being treated in the Crescent moon pack.
How was he supposed to make it all go away? He couldn't just snap his fingers and Ryker and others would stop bullying him. He couldn’t snap his fingers and he would no longer be a bastard son.
What exactly did she want him to do?
Zephyr's chest burned. But this time there was no pain, no tears, only silence, confusion, and a voi
