Chapter 75
Third Person's POV
Eight o'clock in the evening. A black Bentley rolled slowly into the Ironthorn Pack borders.
As the car drove down the long, tree-lined road, the boundary aura of the Ironthorn territory swept lightly across the chassis.
Cassian instinctively looked up toward the deep woods.
His Alpha senses usually picked up Trista's pheromones the moment she was within the pack territory.
But tonight, the air was clean.
The scent of Ironthorn guards, the faint smell of patrolling wolves—they were all there. She wasn't.
His scent gland tightened, then he forced himself to relax, rationalizing: maybe she was just suppressing her scent completely, not wanting to be easily tracked.
The car stopped at the Alpha villa.
He checked the time.
After chasing around with Attw
