He smelled me.Not just the sweat or the dirt or the pack’s lingering musk after hours of training. No. Cassian’s eyes had locked on mine like he’d seen through me, and that quiet whisper behind his eyes—the wolf—recognized me.My chest burned from the inside out.I didn’t move for a second after he hit the ground. I should’ve backed away, played it cool. Instead, I just stood there, staff in hand, staring down at him like an idiot.His brows twitched, jaw clenching ever so slightly.“You done showing off?” he muttered, still sprawled on the floor, too relaxed for someone who’d just lost a round.I blinked, the moment snapping like a taut string. “Maybe,” I said, stepping back, keeping my voice low, gruff. “Unless you want to go again.”He pushed himself to his feet with a smirk that hit somewhere too low in my stomach. “We’ll see.”Then he walked away, casual as ever, but I felt it. The weight of his attention still dragging behind him, like a hook embedded deep under my skin.I turn
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