Cassian Blackthorn POV

“What..? She isn't an ordinary wolf, you say? But didn't you say she's an orphan? A wolfless stray.”

The silence in the master study turned suffocating.

Cassian closed the door behind him, the heavy oak clicking shut to seal them off from the rest of the mansion.

Rael was pacing restless circles behind his ribs, his claws digging into his soul, practically clawing to get out.

“No, Grandpa. She isn't," Cassian said, his voice low and dead serious as he took a slow step toward the desk. "She’s suppressing her wolf and masking the mate bond. She’s completely hidden her scent to act like a wolfless she-wolf...