~ ZEV ~
His heart thumped against his ribs painfully as the males moved as a group to stand between him and Sasha, demanding her attention.
She gazed at him over the crowd, but soon their view of each other was marred by too many bodies, too many tall males, and Zev's stomach went sick.
She didn't realize it, but Sasha was about to be confronted with the worst of him. He'd tried to tell her, but it had been easy to see that she'd underestimated the challenge these males would present—not because she didn't love him enough, but because he knew he'd broken her heart, and the wound hadn't closed yet.
These males knew it too, and they were about to hit her while she was down.
Well, hit Zev, actually. But the result would be the same.
He knew every male that stood at the front of the crowd—all unmated, all strong, and high on the hierarchy, handsome and capable in their own ways.
