Zephyr's pulse pounded. Rain hammered against the rooftop as he hesitated at the doorstep, a pressing weight tightening in his chest. A hunch urged him forward, demanding he chase after the man.
Without another thought, he bolted into the storm. Water splattered against his skin, but he barely felt the cold. His senses sharpened, his ears straining to catch even the faintest footstep.
He followed the trail for miles, his breath steady. Then, without warning, the tracks faded, swallowed by the heavy downpour.
Zephyr halted in the middle of the road, his gaze darting left and right. Which way?
The silence pressed in, until a cry tore through the night.
His ears twitched, his gaze snapped towards the woods.
“Help!”
The voice rang again above the storm, thick with urgency and fear.
Zep
