A guttural sound stretched in the night, slicing through the air, pining Zephyr in place.
His fingers were wrapped around his shoulder bone, gaze fixed on the wild blue eyes glowing in the darkness.
The familiar scent hit him once again. His senses sharpened. He stared, really started, and almost instantly, like a tidal wave, he knew.
“Aiden?” Zephyr called, his voice barely above a whisper.
Slowly, the wolf backed away. The threat in its eyes faded, the guttural sound too.
The air cracked with the sounds of bones resetting. The wolf transformed back into the human form, the familiar face of the man who had invited him over to be taught.
Zephyr's pulse dulled in his ears, eyes fixed on Aiden who stood in front of him. The man's clothes were still on him. It was impossible. They shoul
