Chapter 61
Cassian's POV
I hit Trista's office first.
The healer at the front desk told me she wasn't in her room or the conference area.
A faint scent of her lingered—clean, hushed cedar and tea, barely surviving the disinfectant.
My wolf raised its head, anxious to follow that trace, but the trail went cold.
I pulled out my comm-stone and sent a link request.
I didn't expect much.
She'd been radio silent for a solid week, like she'd cut every line connecting us.
When the rune lit up, I actually paused.
She accepted.
"Where are you?" I forced my voice steady, locking my wolf's agitation out of the mental channel.
"The garden behind the inpatient unit," she replied.
Her voice was soft, unnervingly calm, carrying no discernible emotion. But it made my wolf instantly quiet, ears
