Aria's POV.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Cassian. His hand in mine, the way his fingers curled around me like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like he knew exactly how to hold me so I wouldn’t pull away. I kept seeing the way he kissed my palm yesterday. That slow, warm kiss that didn’t rush me, didn’t demand anything. Just… stayed.
My chest tightened remembering it. The warmth of it. The softness behind it. I kept replaying it because it made everything else quieter.
A low growl rose from deep inside me.
My wolf.
She was restless. Pacing. Irritated but not at Cassian.
“You’re acting strange,” I whispered under my breath.
Another growl. Not angry. More like she was uncomfortable. Pulled somewhere she didn’t want to go. I tried to ignore it, but it dug under my ski
