Chapter 87

• Dallas’s POV
• “No, Cassian. I won’t allow it.” My voice was sharp, edged with the steel of instinctual fury. “If you insist on taking from them, I’d rather forgo the graft entirely. The result would be nothing more than scars—ugly marks on my body. Four years… I haven’t done anything for them. I didn’t even know they existed until recently. How can I let my own children bear the pain of this blood-bound duty the moment I appear? I won’t accept that with a calm heart.”
• I could feel the wolf inside me bristling, claws scraping at the edges of my restraint. “Cassian, if you truly care for me, if your intentions are honest, then respect my choice!”