A DANGEROUS PRIMAL GROWL echoed in the dungeon, below the mansion. It was Cassian who was in his inheat. While the full moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the Rogue’s territory, Cassian was suffering. His knuckles became white as he held the cold iron bars in the dungeon under the stone hall of the mansion.
He was burning. Every muscle tensed as the head coiled in his core, pulsing like wildfire through his veins. His wolf clawed at him, roaring within his chest, demanding what was his instinctive desire. During the full moon, the mating desire was ruthless and primordial.
Cassian chose to put himself in the dungeon because of his fear of hurting his mate. Seris was not ready for this matter yet.
He slammed his fist against the wall, cracking the tone. The sound ec
