Heat seared in Zephyr’s chest. Slowly, he dropped the slice of cake back into the tray, setting the cutlery down.
He pressed a hand to his chest, squeezing on the sleeves.
What is this? The thought gnawed at him. His senses sharpened and almost instantly, a familiar scent crossed his nostrils. Sylvia.
His mind stirred. He had asked Jason to watch over her last night in case something went wrong. It was a supermoon and she was to face her transformation.
A chill gripped Zephyr's spine, eyes drifting to the electronic clock inserted into the wall towards his right. Nine o'clock.
He set the tray aside and tucked his phone out from his pocket.
ten missed calls from Anthony, seven from Jason. A knot formed in his chest, fingers trembling on the screen.
He clicked on Jason's phone numb
