Jade Fern Grove a saint bernard sits at the top of the driveway

Zephyr doesn't have time to respond before the conversation shifts, and the boy at the sidelines suddenly becomes a focus. Icy eyes flick to him impatiently, appraising him for a moment with a clearly unimpressed expression. I'm her brother, He clarifies, tone notably colder as he addresses West. His gaze lingers, meeting the larger boy's and staring him down for a few moments as if he's Polaris's protective older brother rather than the youngest of their litter. Then his focus shifts again, and his voice softens by a fraction. Polaris, we need to talk. Alone.