Zephyr's brows locked in a frown, his pulse racing in his ears as he tried to process everything. Michael, appearing to him with the urgency of having to complete the test before the next full moon, and now Jason, telling him of an eerie man who walked into the funeral.
He just had an episode, a time jump pulling him from one catastrophic event to another. How was he supposed to respond or react?
“Zephyr,” Jason's voice softened. “You have to tell everyone the truth, announce that Sylvia's still alive.”
“No,” Zephyr replied in a stammering voice. He picked his jacket from the floor and scrambled to his feet. “It's too late to go back. Remember, we are trying to protect Sylvia.”
“We can do it another way.”
“There's no other way but forward,” Zephyr’s voice hardened, eyes fixed on Ja
