Zephyr’s pacing had become almost frenetic, his mind swirling with thoughts and worries as he grappled with the news of the wolves’ imminent departure from the dragon realm. The implications of Mateo leaving weighed heavily on him, stirring a sense of urgency and determination within his chest.
“I can’t just let him leave like that,” Zephyr murmured to himself, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation as he continued to pace the length of his chambers. Each step echoed in the silence of the room, a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Steve, his trusted advisor and right-hand man, who stood in the doorway with a look of confusion etched across his features. Zephyr turned to face him, his expression a mixture of frus
