Chapter 130
Third Person's POV
Cassian reached the door, then stopped.
The lights inside were dim. Trista stood in the center of the living room, looking brittle and drained, as if her very bones had been hollowed out.
She held her scent in a tight, forced grip, but that agonizingly cold restraint still leaked through the cracks, coating the air like a thin layer of frost.
Cassian turned back to look at her, a flicker of movement in his eyes.
In that split second, his wolf made the choice before his logic could intervene.
He doubled back, lunging forward to haul her into his chest—a move as swift as a predatory reclamation.
Trista didn't have time to react before his scent brushed against her neck. The mangled mating bond instantly snapped tight, like an old chain being violently y
