Cassian’s POV
“Get my message to Ronan,” I ordered my subordinate, voice low and edged with frost. “Tell him not to cause trouble in my territory. Next time he crosses a line with what’s mine, I won’t send a warning. I’ll send his head.”
The young wolf bowed low, eyes averted, and slipped out of the study without a sound.
The door closed with a soft click.
Silence returned, thick, heavy, and broken only by the howl of wind outside and the crackle of the dying fire in the hearth.
It was snowing harder now, white sheets whipping against the tall windows, visibility down to nothing. The cold penetrated the stone walls, seeping into the room like a living thing, but it wasn’t cold enough.
Nothing was cold enough.
Not the blizzard.
Not the ice in my veins.
Not the centuries of dis
