“You’re reading it wrong,” Cassian growled, his hand coming down flat over the journal’s ancient parchment.
The heat of his palm was a whisper away from my skin, electric and maddening. I didn't pull away. I tightened my grip on the edge of the stone altar, refusing to yield an inch of space in the damp, quiet shrine. The heavy bond between us hummed beneath my skin, a relentless pull that made every breath feel like a battle.
"I know how to translate my own ancestors' script, Alpha," I said, holding his dark, intense gaze. "The Moon Queen isn't a fairy tale your court invented to keep people quiet. Look at the Seal of the Lost."
Cassian leaned closer, his broad shoulder brushing against mine. The natural warmth of his body radiated through my tunic, threatening to melt the cold caution
