Zephyr glanced out through the car side window spotting the roughly shattered remains of the temple as the car slowly pulled over to the side.
The atmosphere was rich with the scent of woods and soil. Cold, exactly as it was the last time he was here. The only thing different was the weight on his chest. It was a different kind. Not vindictive, but frightened that there could be a snare waiting for him within the walls.
“Sir,” The driver's baritone voice pulsed him back to reality.
Zephyr met the man's gaze through the rear-view mirror.
“Are you sure you're in the right place?” The man's voice trailed, edged with confusion. “There's nothing here, and it's quite lonely.”
Zephyr didn't respond. The man was human, obviously ignorant to the existence of shape-shifters like himself. He c
