Zephyr stood under the morning sun, fingers curled into fists as he watched the Aiden drive off.
His mind stirred. He had sensed something a moment ago just before stepping out of the car. Aiden wasn’t curious about what he had seen last night. He knew something about his secrets, about the Labonair wolf clan. But what could it be?
The thoughts clawed at Zephyr’s chest. He had smelled Aiden’s craving to dig deeper into his background. The man might not be the kind gentleman he had portrayed to himself ever since.
Zephyr's fingers tightened at his sides. He had to find out who Aiden truly was.
Suspicion lingered in his thoughts. But then a voice cut through the silence.
“Zephyr.”
He turned at the sound of the familiar voice, eyes fastening on Jason who stood at his doorstep.
Jason'
