Peniel
Cassian gripped my arm like a lifeline, his eyes blazing with a fire that sent a chill down my spine. “You have to go with me,” he growled, his voice low but urgent, a storm threatening to break.
“To where?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, caught between curiosity and fear.
“Anywhere away from this pack,” he said, his words sharp and clipped, but faltering as he pressed a hand to the side of his head. “Even just for a day. I need you to cooperate with me—keep you away from this mess, from the chaos—” His voice wavered, slurring slightly, like he was fighting to stay tethered to reality.
I stared at him, his disheveled hair, his wild eyes. This man was dangerous, unhinged. A psychopath. And yet, I couldn’t look away.
“Cassian—”
“Listen to me!” he snapped, his voice cr
