Mateo asked “why are you doing this?” Zephyr stood over Mateo, his gaze conflicted as he wrestled with his emotions. Mateo, despite being a wolf, looked up at him with a mixture of sadness and confusion, his eyes reflecting the pain of rejection. Zephyr’s heart ached at the sight, a part of him wanting to reach out and help Mateo off the floor, to comfort him, to ease his suffering. But another part of him, the part ingrained by centuries of prejudice and disdain, held him back.
The tension in the air was palpable as silence settled between them, broken only by the faint sound of their breathing. Zephyr clenched his fists, trying to suppress the turmoil raging within him. He couldn’t afford to have feelings for a mere wolf, not when he was a dragon himself, a creature that traditionally d
