I couldn’t stop staring at Cassiel’s scars.They ran jagged along his back and shoulder, some still an angry red, others a duller brown where healing had begun but not finished. And yet, they looked too fresh. The kind of wounds that should have healed by now for someone like him. Not to mention the faint scent in the air: sharp, herbal, and metallic—he was using a salve. A strong one, too. I recognized yarrow, golden seal, and something else... maybe crushed wolfsbane root? No wonder it smelled bitter.I blinked out of my daze when he finally spoke.“You’re awake,” Cassiel said, voice calm but laced with fatigue.I hadn’t realized I’d been standing there, frozen in the doorway, absorbing the sight of him shirtless and injured, bathed in soft morning light from the window. I shook myself and stepped in fully, letting the door fall shut with a quiet click behind me.“When did this happen?” I asked, voice lower than I meant.He sighed through his nose and shifted slightly in the chair,
This was the third, maybe fourth time Aurielle had not returned home. I’d dealt with the problems of the news myself, instructing Nerissa not to leave the house. I didn’t want people to think anything was wrong. I had to make a speech after my mother posted that the man in the photo was a close friend and that it was nothing compared to me showing up at a luna ceremony.She threw me under the boss. My literal mother threw me under the boss.My statement explained that my wife and I were divorcing because we had fallen out of love, and neither of us had cheated. I explained that Nerissa was Aurielle’s sister and Aurielle had been sick. And that she had consented to me taking her sister. Despite not knowing who the man was, i had to say that he was a friend to us both. Things won’t change over night but i run this pack. If the stations continued to paint me badly, I’ll have no choice but to use my powers and influence to make sure they shut down the rumors. Nerissa was visibly upset a
But I stopped myself from saying something.Before I could pivot back to the kitchen or even comment casually, Cassiel’s phone began to ring in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and frowned slightly.“Excuse me,” he said quietly, already turning to step away.“Of course,” I replied, watching him disappear down the hallway. I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.There was something about him—Cassiel. He didn’t crowd me. He didn’t ask more than he had to. But he noticed things. He saw things. And somehow, without doing much at all, he made me feel safe. It was disarming, in the best and most terrifying way.Rolling up my sleeves, I turned back to the kitchen and began opening cabinets, checking for ingredients. The fridge was well-stocked—fresh vegetables, free-range eggs, a glass container of marinated chicken, even herbs tied together with string like he’d just picked them from a garden.Of course, he had fresh herbs.I smiled to myself, a small, qui
I sighed again, deeper this time, scrolling down past the photos, past the speculation. People were saying the whistleblower was causing problems, others were asking who cheated first. There was.... so much going on. My inbox was still lit up with his name. Matthias – 4 missed calls. I didn’t open any of them. Didn’t have the energy.Because I already knew how it would go. He’d be angry. He’d shout. He would blame me. It’s getting really, really old. I closed my eyes momentarily, remembering a time—three years ago—when I believed in him. When I looked at Matthias through rose-tinted glasses and told myself that maybe he’d grow to love me, that maybe if I tried harder, did more, waited longer—he’d see me. I worked hard. My memory falls back to a night when he’d been overworking and I’d offered him a massage. He let me. He looked so warm and relaxed, he ended up falling asleep after that. I remember watching him, unable to look away, and thinking about what it would feel like for him
I shrugged, because that’s all I had left.Cassiel clicked his tongue against his teeth, a sound of frustration he rarely let show. “I hope you know you deserve better than what he’s doing to you. You deserve better , period. You need to start standing up for yourself. Stop trying to protect someone who wouldn't do the same for you. Stay here tonight. Please.”I’d never had a man of his status beg. And why is he begging? He doesn’t need to do that. I feel embarrassed.I glanced around his place again. It was warm. Safe. Everything in my house with Matthias never was. A part of me wanted to say no. Wanted to prove I could still face the world, hold my head high, pretend everything was fine. But I wasn’t fine. Not even close. And with the news painting me as the villain, as the unfaithful wife, I didn’t have the strength to face the judging eyes and whispered rumors.Still, staying here meant more rumors. More fuel for the fire. Not coming home would give me a bad look. But what was wor
Cassiel is, without a doubt, one of the calmest men I’ve ever met. There’s a quietness to him that feels less like silence and more like steady ground—something solid to hold onto when everything else feels like it’s crumbling. After I refused to explain where I got the bruise on my neck, he didn’t push. He didn’t yell, accuse, or even flinch. He just studied me for a moment with those steady, unreadable eyes, then gently told me he was taking me to his house.His actual home. His pack. A place I’ve never been before.I hadn’t realized how far it was—three hours from the gas station, tucked into the green expanse of the lowland hills, where the trees hang heavy with age and the roads twist like old secrets. The car ride started with an anxious knot tightening in my stomach, the kind that made me fidget and check my phone even though I wasn’t expecting any messages. But slowly, mile by mile, awe started to bloom in its place.His territory is stunning. Like a dream. The pack land unfol