Chapter 38
Cassian's POV
The pressure in the study dropped suddenly, as if crushed down another level.
Howard sat behind the long table. Wilmot and Gamma Ares stood on either side.
The Stone Circle emblem on the wall reflected a cold light.
I stood in front of the table. My fists were clenched at my sides, my knuckles white.
The burn from the wolfsbane whip still scorched my back. A vein throbbed at my temple. My eyes were red from a sleepless night.
I fiercely contained my aura deep within my bones, leaving only the thinnest layer to prevent this room from turning into an outright suppression scene.
Wilmot's expression was grim. His Alpha edge was undisguised. "You are the sole heir of Ironthorn. Every action you take affects the pack's future. If she insists on working, she will
