Aria’s POV
Cassian’s wolf stumbled against Sam, blood soaking into his fur, his chest heaving like each breath cost him everything. My throat locked up. I wanted to run to him, to hold him, but I couldn’t...not with everyone watching, not when Magnus Draven stepped forward.
Magnus shifted back in one smooth move, standing tall, sweat dripping down his temples, his body cut with muscle and authority. His eyes were fire. He didn’t need to shout; the whole field froze at just the sight of him. His voice came sharp, deep, shaking the night.
“Enough!”
The Ridgefield wolves who were still on their feet dropped their heads, some already shifting back, naked and bloodied in the dirt. Their captain...the one Cassian had nearly torn in half...lay groaning, his chest rising shallow.
Magnus didn’
