This is another Zane POV!
Rex threatened to come out, and I felt him clawing at my psyche, but I managed to keep him at bay, staying rooted in place. I took in my father's features, his presence like a heavy weight on my chest. It was as if the life had been knocked out of me, and I felt like a small child who had once looked up to his father, only to be let down horribly.
His chestnut brown hair was disheveled, and his face bore the marks of many fights. His gaze was hard, and he was clad in tattered clothes. I had grown at least four inches taller than him, and as he stared at me, an emotion I couldn't pinpoint settled in his eyes.