[Zeph's POV]

I took a deep breath that morning as I finished packing, the well-known scent of the Shaw home filling my lungs. I looked at my old room for the last time before I stepped out, my duffel bag, clutched under my arm.

The still quiet of my current reality was more unnerving than the chaos of the previous night.

I couldn’t help but feel like this was the calm before the storm. A storm I had no weapons to fight.

Walking down the hall, I stopped in the doorway of the living ...