Zephyr stood frozen in place, eyes fixed on Rowan. The man had demanded something barely possible, something he would have given freely if he had the means.
This was what he was meant to do, what he had been passionate about ever since the powers of his bracelet awakened. He longed to see the smile on the faces of his patients when they’re being rescued from sudden death. It was his chance to regain his dignity in the pack, but now what was meant to be a means to his rising could be the same instrument that would bring about his downfall.
“Zephyr,” Rowan’s voice snapped him off his thoughts.
He steadied his gaze on the man’s brown eyes which glinted with something unreadable. Rowan had come this far in believing in his abilities. How could he turn him down now?
“You don’t seem motiva
