Chapter 247
- Third Person's POV
- Isaiah pointed at the circle of incense arranged like a cult ritual, his claws practically popping out from sheer rage. "Cassian! You call this a sleep aid? You might as well just drag me out to the pack barrens and bury me alive!"
- Cassian sat on the edge of the bed with an air of cold, dictatorial confidence, the candlelight flickering in his dark eyes. "Lie down. Close your eyes."