Wolves in Chains

Cassian

The rain had stopped hours ago, but the scent of damp ground still clung to the walls of the east wing. My boots echoed softly against the stone corridor as I walked past the stained-glass window depicting the first Morrien Alpha King.

Everyone was watching these days, especially Carlton. I could feel the weight of his eyes like iron chains around my throat.

My father.

It still felt foreign in my mouth, that word. I ...