MasukCassie's POV My stomach plummets with dread in an instant. The word ‘barely’ hits me like a physical blow. Knox is alive, but barely.“What happened?” Adrian's hand finds mine, squeezing. “How bad is it?”“Bad enough.” The elder's voice is heavy with something that sounds like disgust. “He fought well for someone without a wolf. Lasted longer than many expected. But in the end,” he sighs. “Garrett beat him down. Multiple broken ribs, fractured jaw, internal bleeding. The boy passed out in the arena and hasn't woken up yet.”Hasn't woken up yet.The words echo in my head. Knox is unconscious. Badly injured. Maybe dying even now.“Alpha Warren?” Adrian asks quietly. “What did he do?”“Stood there and watched his son get beaten into the ground.” The elder's tone turns bitter. “He refused to call the trial even when it was clear Knox couldn't continue. Made Garrett keep hitting him until the boy finally passed out.”Horror crashes through me. Knox's own father stood there and let this ha
Cassie's POVThe ten minutes feel like hours. I pace the apartment, my hand pressed against my chest where the pains continue to pulse— fainter now, but still there, reminding me that Knox is hurt. Or worse.I shake my head violently. No. I can't think like that.The knock on the door makes me jump. I rush to open it, not even bothering to check through the peephole.Adrian stands in the hallway, his expression shifting from concern to alarm the moment he sees me.“Cassie.” He steps inside immediately, his hands coming to my shoulders. “What happened? You look—”“Do you know where the Blackwood Pack is?” The question bursts from me before he can finish.His eyes widen slightly. “The Blackwood Pack? Why?” “Do you know where it is?” I grab his shirt, desperation making me bold. “Please, Adrian. I need to know. I need to get there.”“Cassie, slow down.” His voice is gentle but firm. “Tell me what's happening. Why do you need to get to the Blackwood Pack?”“Knox.” His name breaks on my l
Cassie's POVThe pain hits me hard, causing me to groan. One moment I'm sitting in the apartment, staring blankly at a textbook I haven't absorbed a single word from. The next, agony explodes through my chest so intense, so visceral, that I can't breathe.I double over, my hands clutching at my ribs. It feels like something inside me is breaking, cracking, and splintering into pieces.“What—” The word comes out as a gasp. “What's happening?”The pain shifts. My jaw throbs like someone just punched me. My stomach clenches like I've been hit. My back screams like something heavy just slammed into it.But no one is touching me. I'm alone in my apartment. This doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense.Then, like ice water being dumped over my head, realization crashes through me.Knox.These aren't my injuries. They're his.The bond. The mate bond Maya told me about. The connection between us that makes us feel each other's pain.“No.” The word rips from my throat. “No, no, no.”Anoth
Knox's POVGarrett's fist connects with my ribs again and I hear something crack. Pain explodes through my side, sharp and immediate.I stumble backward, my hand instinctively pressing against the injury. Broken rib. Maybe two.The crowd's murmurs grow louder. No longer whispers of discomfort but audible concern.“He can't take much more.”“Someone should stop this.”“This isn't a trial. It's an execution.”I force myself upright, even though every breath sends pain through my chest. Blood drips from my split lip onto the arena floor.Garrett stands a few feet away, his expression torn between duty and mercy.“Knox.” His voice is gentle, the way you'd speak to someone dying. “Please. Yield. This doesn't have to continue.”“Yes, it does.” The words come out rasping and wet. “I haven't survived this long just to quit now.”“You're not quitting. You're being smart. There's a difference.”“To who?” I spit blood onto the stone. “To them?” I gesture vaguely at the crowd. “They've already de
Knox's POVThe arena is carved from ancient stone. This is where pack justice happens, where challenges are fought and Alphas prove their worth.Where I'm about to fail in front of everyone who's ever believed in me.The stands are filling quickly. Wolves from every corner of the Blackwood Pack streaming in to witness the trials. To watch their future Alpha prove he can still lead.Or watch him fall.I stand at the entrance to the arena floor, Maverick beside me. The noise of the gathering crowd washes over me— voices, footsteps, the crackle of torches.“You don't have to do this,” Maverick says quietly. “We could leave. Right now. Just walk away before it starts.”“And go where?” I don't take my eyes off the arena. “Running won't change what I am. And it won't give me back what I've lost.”“No. But it would keep you alive.”“For how long?” I finally look at him. “Without Cassie, without the bond completed— I'm dying anyway. At least this way, I go out fighting. Prove I tried.”Maveri
Knox's POVI don't know what compels me to leave the pack territory. One moment I'm in my room, preparing mentally for the trials, trying to find some semblance of calm before I face the challenges that will likely end me.The next, I'm walking, moving without conscious thought. My feet carry me away from pack lands, toward Bridgestone.‘What are you doing?’ I ask myself. ‘The trials start in a few hours. You need to be here, to prepare.’But my body doesn't listen, just keeps walking, like something deeper than logic is pulling me forward.The mate bond. It has to be.I should turn back, return to the pack house and use these final hours to rest or train or do anything productive.Instead, I walk toward campus. Toward the place where Cassie is. Where she's been suffering because of my choices.I don't plan what I will say if I see her, don't have any explanations prepared. I just follow this overwhelming need to be near her one more time before everything ends.The edge of campus app







