Cassian Virelli Blackthorn
Cassian stirred with a sharp breath and a dull ache pulsed at the back of his skull, spreading like ripples through his temples.
Suddenly the sterile scent of antiseptic filled his nose, the white ceiling above him blurred into shape.
Where was he? He wondered.
Monitors hummed nearby, their gentle beeping becoming the only proof that time hadn’t frozen.
He tried to sit up but his muscles protested, each movement meeting with a wave of sluggish resistance.
‘You finally decided to wake up! After lying there like a corpse for hours?’ Rael, Cassian’s wolf growled in anger.
‘I thought you were planning to permanently abandon your body and leave me to rot with it.’
“You’re exaggerating.” Cassian huffed weakly.
‘Exaggerating?’ Rael growled. ‘Our heart alm
