Zephyr’s heat was a beating drum. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Only stare at the five men standing before him. The air felt tight, like the world was slipping away. The woman and kid he’d hid in the attic of his home were refugees, wanted by the most powerful man with authority over the pack tribes in five cities.
Tell a lie, he’d die. Try to stop them, he’d die. There was no going around this. He had to tell them the truth, but what about the woman and her son?
Zephyr eyes stung. He didn’t need to ask what they’d do to her once they took her back. It was written over their faces. They were going to kill both of them.
What could they have done wrong?
“Young man, time isn’t on our side,” the man in front said in a firm voice. “Will you bring her out to us or should we use viole
