Cassian POV
Andariel’s eyes were red and swollen, wide with terror. Maelor instinctively stepped in front of her, shielding her with a stance that was both protective and cautious.
“Where is she?” I asked, my voice low, poisonous. Each word bled with rage that simmered just beneath the surface.
“Cassian, you need to calm down. No one knows where she is,” Maelor said gently, his tone laced with caution, as though speaking to a man already halfway gone. But his effort to pacify me only made the fury swell hotter in my veins.
“You think I’m unstable?” I hissed. “You think I’ve lost my mind? Is that it, Maelor? Is that what you really believe about your Alpha?”
I took a step closer, my glare locking onto Andariel. “Where did you send my wife?”
“Alpha, please.” Maelor’s voice wavered but
