~CASSIAN

I saw the way that Nyra turned as white as a ghost at the sound of my father's voice.

She began to tremble on the spot and I felt my wolf stir for her. Did I pity her? Was that even possible?

I sighed. I guess I had to save her from this predicament. It was not like I was afraid of my father. I feared no one nor consequences of any actions I took.

So I moved my hand to her hair and pulled out a white particle that must have come from sleeping in Rylan's bed.

"How careless you are, ...