Cassian’s POV

The dungeon reeked of rot and old blood. It wrapped around my throat like a noose, and the deeper I had walked, the tighter it had constricted. My boots echoed against the damp stone floor with each step like a countdown I hadn't been ready to finish. But I needed to see her.

I had to.

The guards stationed at the entrance had bowed low, their eyes avoiding direct contact, flickering with unease. As they should. My wolf had been pacing beneath my skin, restless and ...