~ ZEV ~
Zev watched as his mate got shit done, and if he hadn't been so weak, he would have grabbed her up and stolen her away to the house to worship her before she left.
If he wasn't so weak.
If he didn't have to lay here like a fucking puppy, watching her engage, eyes sparkling and mind whirring, with his brother and other males.
Fuck.
He'd had his hands resting on top of the furs and realized they were clenched to fists. He relaxed them, forced himself to take a deep breath.
But she smelled like Lhars already and it was making his hackles rise.
It was just the bond, he reminded himself. It kicked his instincts into high gear even without his own vulnerability and weakness.
She could be trusted. And his friends could be, too. They would protect her. But none of them would watch over her the way he would.