~ ZEV ~
Zev slid to Sasha's side the moment he was certain the enemy was finished—dead, or dying, all of them. And he was glad.
But Sasha… his dear Sasha… his beautiful mate. She'd been silent in his head since the night before. As he rushed to her, tearing at the bonds that kept her upright, tied to the tree, he cursed, growling as if the leather straps were enemies of their own.
When he finally freed her, she slumped forward, but he leaped to catch her and pull her head up, cradling her upper body.
"Sasha, Sasha… babe… wake up." He patted her cheek and ran his hand through her hair, checked her breathing and her pulse. Both seemed normal. She was a little pale, but completely unresponsive.
Drugged.
He shoved his face into hers, inhaling her breath. He didn't know what he was smelling, but it was something with a bite. Something… not normal.
