Chapter 49
Third Person's POV
In the Ironthorn house study that night, only a single wall lamp was on.
Cassian walked in, wearing his pajamas. He still carried the cool dampness of the night after his shower. He immediately noticed the stack of papers resting in the center of the desk.
It was the Moon Goddess Rejection Protocol, weighted down by a Werewolf Bloodline Certification—the parchment was heavy and ancient, its edges slightly curled. The deep red wolf-head stamp was more glaring than the darkness of the night.
He froze, his throat bobbing slightly, before reaching for the certification.
His fingertips slid across the paper. He felt several faint, dried creases—the remnants of tears that had soaked the parchment.
Trista's scent was faint, almost gone, yet his wolf keenly pic
