Chapter 9
Cassian's POV
The last trace of Trista's scent vanished around the corner of the mall like she'd fallen off a cliff.
In that exact moment, a sharp, agonizing cramp hit me right in the chest.
Inside my head, my wolf let out a mournful howl that quickly turned into a furious snarl, "You arrogant, boneheaded Alpha! We're losing her! Go after her! Now!"
I didn't budge. I stood there for a full minute, forcing down the sudden, inexplicable wave of panic before I finally unlocked the dressing room door.
Samantha stood in the cramped space, looking completely lost. "Why didn't you let me talk to her? Protecting me like that is only going to make her misunderstand more. Cassian, go after her. Explain everything."
"She's totally spiraling right now. I didn't want her to snap at you
