I smelled them before I saw them. That sharp, cold bite of iron in the air. Like it was cutting through the night.
Then the wolf scent hit me. Thick. Like it was gonna drown me.
I froze. My fingers locked tight on my blade, like I could already feel the fight coming, even though it hadn’t even started yet. The moonlight sliced through the trees. Everything was sharper. Clearer. Like I was seeing things for the first time.
“They found us,” Cassian muttered, voice low. No surprise in it. Not anymore. He was tired. Tired of waiting for them to show up. Tired of running.
I didn’t look at him. Didn’t need to. I felt it. The weight of it. Cassian had that calm. Like he was born for this. Waiting in the shadows, ready for whatever. Didn’t need to see it coming to be ready.
Me Nah, this was d
