CASSIAN WALKED WITH CASSARA to the edge of the forest where the border shimmered faintly with protective wards. The scent of another pack was already lingering in the air. At the border, a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, stood, rigid, and his dark eyes filled with worry and restrained fury. Behind the future Beta of Moonlight Crown Pack were the pack warriors.
“Princess,” Reeve breathed out the moment he saw Cassara. “Thank the Moon Goddess—you’re safe. Let’s go.”
“I don’t want to go back,” Cassara said, and didn’t step outside the border.
Meanwhile, Cassian stepped back, but he didn’t leave.
Reeve sighed. “Cassara, please,” he said in a soft voice. “His Majesty and Her Majesty are worried about you. They’ve sent warriors everywhere. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
