(𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉) 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏🩶🌙

☽ 𝐂 𝐨 𝐥 𝐝 𝐧 𝐞 𝐬 𝐬 𝐚 𝐧 𝐝 𝐋 𝐨 𝐧 𝐠 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠 ☾

Cassian's Perspective

The wind howls through the trees as I rush through the forest, my mind a whirlwind of panic and fury. That nagging emptiness had grown into a full-blown storm in my chest.

Damn it, where is she?

My wolf claws at me from within, desperate to tear through anyone standing between me and Raven. Every fiber of my being aches to find her, to feel her in my arms again, safe and sound. But instead, I'm running blind. Her scent had vanished, and I don't know how long I've been searching. The pack can only cover so much ground, and every minute that passes is one minute too many.

"Cassian," a voice calls through the wind, breaking my concentration.

I stop abruptly, ears twitching as I scan the surroundings. My wolf is on high alert, but the forest is eerily still. That voice-it's Raven's. It's faint, but unmistakable.

"Raven?" I growl under my breath, trying to sense her again. The connection between us had been weak, but now it feels... different. Like she's trying to reach out to me. I focus harder, opening my mind to the bond we share.

"Cassian... please hear me," her voice whispers again, clearer this time.

My heart stutters. She's alive. She's calling for me. Relief crashes through me like a tidal wave, but it's quickly followed by cold fury. Magnus is going to pay.

"I'm coming, Raven," I whisper, hoping she can hear me through our bond. "I swear I'm coming for you."

I force myself to think logically, though every instinct is screaming for me to tear apart the forest until I find her. I should have known that Magnus would make his move soon. He's been lurking on the edges of our territory for weeks, waiting for a moment of weakness.

And he found one. He took her. For leverage, no doubt. He wants my throne.

I won't give it to him.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I shift into my wolf form, paws hitting the ground hard as I take off at full speed. The wind
tears through my fur, but I don't care. Every
heartbeat counts. I'll find her, and when I
do, I'll make Magnus regret ever laying a
finger on her.

The path ahead blurs as I run, my thoughts racing faster than my legs can carry me. Raven's face flashes in my mind-her golden eyes, her smile, the way she laughs when she's with me. The bond between us hums faintly, but it's there, guiding me, pulling me closer to her. She's afraid. She's hurt. And I'm not there to protect her.

That thought alone sends a wave of rage crashing through me, hot and blinding. The trees blur as I push myself harder, faster. I won't let them hurt her. I can't.

Finally, I catch a scent. Faint but unmistakable-Magnus's pack. My wolf snarls in recognition, muscles coiling as I veer off the path toward the source of the smell. The air grows colder, denser, and I know I'm getting closer.

When I reach the edge of the clearing, I see them-a group of Magnus's wolves guarding a small, rundown building. My heart pounds as I shift back into human form, silently crouching behind a tree. This must be where they're keeping her.

I watch the guards carefully, calculating my next move. There are three of them-two on the left, one on the right. I could take them out quickly, but I have to be smart about this. If they sound the alarm, Magnus will know I'm here, and he might do something desperate.

I wait for the perfect moment, my pulse steady as I assess their patterns. The guards on the left shift positions slightly, giving me just enough space to move. Silently, I slip between the trees, keeping low as I approach. When I'm close enough, I spring into action. My hand snaps out, silencing the first guard with a quick blow to the throat. He crumples without a sound.