Chapter 7 I Own You

• Zephyr's POV:
• Leaning on my office chair, I picked up a book lost in a trance. The room was dimly lit and the window was slightly ajar allowing the cool air to circulate. I pick up the whiff of the unmistakable scent. There it was, lavender mixed with a hint of fear drifting towards the garden.
• My pathetic excuse of a wolf howled in excitement at the powerful reek of fear. The urge to dominate and feed on the fear becomes intolerable and there is nothing more on this planet that makes me not want to go out there and tear her limbs apart, watching with gleam as he strips her soul off her body.