~ ZEV ~
As dinnertime approached the healer's building slowly emptied around Zev.
The Alphas had all left two hours earlier. Some of the others had hung around, but Zev had grown drowsy. The last thing he knew, he was having an easy chat with Jhon—who was very clearly trying to keep his mind occupied so he wouldn't think about Sasha—but then he startled and suddenly the light in the room had changed, his heart was pounding, and he was alone.
Zev sat up quickly, only barely wincing at the pain in his side. It was improving, he thought with relief. But his heart was beating so hard and his adrenaline was up. He fought the urge to shift—the healers were convinced it might reopen his wound.
What had frightened him? Where was the threat?
He looked around, keeping his breathing as low as he could so he could listen, but with his pulse thrumming in his ears, he was struggling.
