Cassian's POV.
It’s been a week since that night, but it feels like years.
Every morning starts the same. I wake before sunrise, shower in cold water, and drag myself to the training grounds before anyone else gets there. I train until my muscles scream and my hands shake. Then I shower again, change, and start the rest of the day like nothing’s wrong.
I keep my face blank, my tone steady, my movements sharp. No one dares ask questions. They see me and see their Alpha...steady, strong, untouchable. That’s what I need them to see. Not the boy who lost someone who was never his to begin with.
Drew, of course, notices. He always does.
“You’ve been off lately,” he said this morning as we stood in the control room, looking over new patrol routes.
“I’m fine,” I told him, not looking up fr
