WHEN Seris opened her eyes the next morning, the morning light soiled gently through the curtains, painting the room in shades of gold and pale warmth. Cassian lay on his stomach, and the sheets tangled carelessly around his waist, his back bare to the sun. His steady breathing told Seris he was still asleep, yet she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
Seris smiled as her gaze drifted to the dark ink etched across his skin—a striking tattoo between his shoulder blades. Cassian’s tattoo felt alive, not like the decorative marks she’d sometimes seen on warriors.
Cassian’s tattoo was a Moon-Wolf Sigil, intricate lines spiraling into the symbol of a wolf howling beneath a crescent moon.
Without realizing it, Seris lifted her hand and let her fingertips trace over Cassian’s tattoo. As she tou
