ZEPHYR
The stale smell of cigarette smoke and motor oil greeted me as I stepped into the dimly lit workshop. Beneath those familiar scents lingered another, one that immediately sent a surge of fury through my veins. Everest's sweet fragrance clung to Solon's skin, and the thought of him being close enough to her made my blood boil.
The fox inside me stirred, its patience wearing thin as the urge to tear into the bastard grew harder to suppress. Solon had already hurt Everest once, yet he still acted as though he had every right to claim her. I wasn't about to let him get away with it.
"Have you already forgotten what you did, Solon?" I asked, emerging from the shadows as I approached him.
He stood beside the workbench, a steel wrench in his hand, looking far too comfortable for someon
