Cassian’s POV
I rushed to my basecamp using my super speed but didn't stop there. Instead I sped past the forest ridges, my body slicing through the air like an arrow. I moved towards my mother's pack. I was fast— but not fast enough to outpace the pounding in my chest.
Not from the run.
Not even from the thrill that her pack was approved and I was holding the documents.
Of course I was happy for my mother. And relieved at the same time thinking she wouldn't be hunted down like animals anymore.
But it was nothing in comparison to the thrill of seeing her again.
The moment I reached one of the hidden entrances for the pack, her chocolaty scent warmed my heart, along with the stench of rotten eggs. My eyes quickly scanned the perimeter to find blood everywhere! It was fresh. What hap
