The air in Zephyr's combat room was thick and heavy with the scent of sweat and crushed stone, humming with a dangerous energy. Since the moment the morning's ritual had ended, the Alpha had been fighting a battle within its stone walls. He had been spending a lot of time here recently and even though the Solistice approached. It had everything to do with the new development in his life.
Selene.
The memory of her face haunted him almost every time and he hated just how weak it rendered him.
Her sharp perfect blue eyes, her round rosy lips, Everything about her face was now seared in to his memory like he had known her all his life.
That was how it actually felt, like she was no stranger. Like she was no enemy. His body was drawn to her, a traitorous attraction that made his skin feel too tight. But his mind, his heart, his very soul, recoiled. To accept her felt like a betrayal of everything and everyine m he had lost, of everything he was supposed to stand for.
