Zen could have cursed himself as he pretended to be asleep. How could he have made such a slip? He had let his guard down, and that was something he never allowed himself to do.
He blamed the fight he'd just had with his brothers. Lance's words were still ringing in his head and he'd felt his head was about to explode. And just when he'd thought he might go crazy, her scent had calmed him down. It was why he had ended up blurting out about her wolf.
And now that he was feeling calmer again, listening to her slightly elevated heartbeat, he smiled, thinking of his immediate problem. How was he supposed to explain his stubbornness about going against Ramona to Lance when he was not even allowed to speak of the real reason behind it?
His jaw tightened as he silently cursed his father for making him swear that promise-the one that chained his tongue and bound his truth. Never reveal his power. Never speak of it to anyone.
