Zephyrius's POV
That wasn't the plan... or maybe it was, but I wasn't thinking clearly. The scent of Kestrel's arousal still clings to my fingers, and my wolf is practically purring with satisfaction. But the rational part of my brain knows I f****d up.
I just wanted to make sure she was safe with these men following me around like obsessed lovesick puppies. But the thought of her actually dressing up and making homemade snacks for that prick Diego pissed me the f**k off beyond reason.
As soon as Kestrel disappears into the darkness, running back toward campus with tears streaming down her face, they all come out. Five men emerge from the shadows, circling me like vultures around fresh meat.
I pick up the bag of treats she left behind, wrapped in a neat transparent pink case. The domes
