Zephyr's fingers tightened on the edge of the sink. His chest burned with urgency and pain. Xander. One of the persons who was a threat to Sylvia had been Invited in. He had seen Sylvia alive. He must've told Ryker the truth.
“Please,” Zephyr muttered, his body trembling, lips locked together as he fastened his gaze on his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
The fiery amber colored eyes flashed back at him. He couldn’t return to the dining room, feeling unstable. Aiden was the only one who had seen him looking this way. If someone else does, It would require a serious feat to convince them he wasn't different from the other Crescent werewolves.
“Come on, Zephyr, come on. You can do this,” Zephyr encouraged himself. He shut his eyes, concentrating on the tremor in his bones, on calming h
