Windsor's POV
My pulse had been racing since we stepped foot in this coastal city.
Alonzo possessed an undeniable charm that made my chest feel lighter. The ocean breeze carried hints of salt and freedom, cobblestone paths hummed with gentle activity, and the locals, while naturally curious about strangers, radiated warmth rather than hostility.
Don't get me wrong, I loved Valoria deeply. It would always be home to me.
But after Zion's recent victory, our every move attracted unwanted attention. Eyes followed us everywhere we went, analyzing our choices, dissecting our relationship.
Here in Alonzo, we were nobody special.
Sure, humans had their flaws. They made impulsive decisions and harbored irrational fears. Some even believed shifters were real and fantasized about hunting us down like prized game.
