Zephyr's hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his feet padding against the tiled street. The air was cold, too cold, but it did little to calm his nerves.
Nothing would remain the same after what happened. But he was right to have fought back. The insults had to stop.
The worst Ryker could do was convince Alpha Magnus to throw Zephyr and his mother far from the pack's territory.
Zephyr's chest hitched. He stopped on the side of the road, tracing his fingers over the grooves of his vine-wood bracelet. Under the moonlight, the bracelet seemed to be reflecting a silver-like color.
He hadn't even had the opportunity to ask Iris about the bracelet. Perhaps it's high time he left the Crescent Moon pack and focused more on discovering what the bracelet is, and why his mother had given it to
