THIRD PERSON'S POV Seven months had passed since the night the moon goddess cursed Cassian. Seven months of watching her husband become a stranger, and a man everyone feared…tremendously. Seven months of sitting by the dungeon door, listening to his roars of pain bounce off the stone walls, while waiting for the sun to rise so she could see him again. Raskia stood at the entrance of the dungeon, a lit torch in one hand and the other resting on her swollen belly. There she was, five months pregnant, tired, very cranky, hot and missing her husband greatly. She couldn't begin to explain how she'd survived those five months without him, pregnant with their lycan pup, who grew by the day, draining her of her energy and life force, but she did. It had been days since his last lock-up—days since she last saw him because it was what was best for her and everyone. No one knew she was here because if they did, they'd try to stop her. And she couldn't let that happen. When she walked pas
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