*Ellington POV*
We are traveling for the first time together. We are going back to Broken Bayou so I can gather my belongings. These past weeks with Zeph have been amazing. He is a little odd, but it's something I appreciate about him. The way he handles business and himself is fascinating to watch.
For example. I believe it was my third day here when there was a huge crowd gathered outside the pack house demanding to speak to Zephyr. They were still reeling from the attack that killed his first mate, and wanted to know what other safety precautions were going to be taken.
I'm not going to lie, it was a uncomfortable situation because she kept being brought up. It wasn't because I was jealous, it was because I knew that it still hurt him to think about her, and I could understand that
