~ ZEV ~
Lhars stood in the middle of the underbrush, just feet from the trail, and gave a low growl. But thankfully, he didn't pounce. Zev didn't want to have to fight with Sasha still so vulnerable.
Then Lhars stalked across the last of the space between them and stood, eye-to-eye with Zev, because they were so similar in height and strength that from the back they were virtually indistinguishable.
Because Lhars was their maker's attempt at replicating the success of Zev.
But they hadn't succeeded, and it burned in his brother's gullet every day that he was measured as somehow inferior.
