Third Person's POVHe took a couple of steps back, leaning heavily against the car door just to keep himself upright.Maybe I would.That meant nothing had actually started yet.Trista used to believe his promises without a shadow of a doubt, but now, all she had left for him was profound disappointment.Once her heart was locked away, she wasn't going to just let anyone back in easily.But as long as she hadn't been marked by another wolf, he still had a shot.Cassian kept telling himself that over and over, fighting down the restless, anxious wolf instincts clawing at him from the inside.The next evening, at the historic Ironthorn packhouse.Wynn leaned against the kitchen doorframe. "Cassian, you've been at this all afternoon. There's no way Trista can eat all this."It was her first time ever seeing the young Alpha cook.With two of the pack's top chefs hovering nervously beside him offering guidance,
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