Chapter 32

Cassian POV

The icy grip of four heavy hands was the only thing keeping my claws from tearing through Draven’s throat.

Declan and three senior enforcers held me pinned against the frozen embankment, their muscles straining against the sheer, unbridled fury of my wolf. The morning air was thick with the scent of ozone and crushed river pine, but all I could smell was the faint, lingering trace of golden magic dissipating into the morning fog.

On the center arch of the stone bridge, the mist swallowed her silhouette.

“I am not doing this as a broken victim, Cassian,” her voice echoed through the valley, ringing with a terrifying, beautiful authority that chilled me far deeper than the mountain frost. ”This is my choice. Live. Preserve the Redmoon.”

I watched, my jaw locked so tight my teeth threatened to shatter, as Draven pressed his bloodied hand to his heart, swearing the oath that bound his vanguard to retreat. He clamped his heav