Cassian

I watched as Zion bolted down the corridor. Most wolves didn’t carry themselves with that kind of tension, half-wound, like a coil ready to snap. But what truly set my skin crawling was the silence in my head when I tried to read his mind.

“I don’t like this,” Adrian muttered beside me. His arms were crossed, jaw locked, posture stiff as stone.

I tilted my head slightly. “No kidding. You’ve been glowering at him since you came back from your little fun ...