Cassian’s POV
It had been three days since I last stepped outside my room.
Drew said I caught the flu.
Sam said I caught feelings.
Either way, I felt like hell.
The packhouse was quiet without me downstairs. Usually, you could hear training sessions, laughter, footsteps...the life of the place. Now it felt like time stopped here. Maybe because everyone was walking on eggshells. Their Alpha was “sick.” That word alone put the pack in a strange mood.
I rolled over in bed, the blanket half off my body. My throat felt dry, my head heavy. The doctor’s medicine didn’t help. It wasn’t my body that hurt...it was something deeper. Something that had no cure.
Aria.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face. Every time I tried to sleep, her voice crawled back into my head, saying things she
