The moonlight bled through the high, arched windows of the library, casting long, skeletal shadows across the rows of ancient leather-bound books. Cassian paced the length of the room, his footsteps heavy and restless. Sleep was a luxury his mind refused to grant him. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that jawline, that delicate, porcelain curve and those silver eyes that burned with a fire that shouldn't exist in a stranger’s child.
His wolf was pacing beneath his skin, claws scratching at the surface of his control.
Elena.
Elena.
Elena.
The name was a drumbeat in his blood, a rhythmic haunting that made his chest ache with a phantom bond he thought had snapped five years ago.
He came to a halt at the heavy oak table in the history alcove where the boy, Leo, had been tucked aw
