Chapter 43
Cassian's POV
"Luna Trista—"
I heard a familiar voice and immediately turned, running straight into the silent, despairing look in Trista's eyes.
My chest instantly tightened. My 'wolf' perked its ears in my ribs, first a low whimper, then a hollow sound of falling.
I immediately tossed the items in my hand into the shopping cart and strode through the aisle toward her.
"What are you doing here?" Wynn looked at me, her complaining voice echoing in the supermarket's cold air.
I gave her a look, suppressing the sharpness of my aura, and tried to slow my steps as I approached Trista. "Why are you out?"
Before my fingers could touch her sleeve, she recoiled as if burned. "Don't touch me!"
Her scent was scrambled.
It wasn't her usual cool, woody tone, but a metal scent torn
