Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

ATASHA’S POV

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“Cassian!” My voice cracked against the stone walls as I chased the sound of claws tearing into rock. The tunnel stretched ahead, narrow and suffocating, every twist filled with his guttural growls. My dagger shook in my hand as I forced myself to keep moving, the scrape of stone catching my shoulder as I shoved through.

Then the passage widened, spilling me into the larger clearing. I skidded to a stop, my chest heaving.

And froze.

Cassian was in the center of it.

His body convulsed, jerking in violent spasms as if his bones were trying to rip free of his skin. The sound of it, his bones snapping, muscles tearing and reforming, echoed through the chamber until it felt like the air itself was breaking apart.

His back arched so hard it looked inhuman, his hands twisting into claws that raked deep gouges into the stone floor. His jaw cracked wider, reshaping, his teeth lengthening into fangs that jutted past his lips.

My breath caught.

The red moon.

Mendez had warned me about its power, about how it twisted beasts, but he had never said Cassian would transform into his wolf. I should have expected it. Every werewolf with a wolf inside could shift. It was natural. But for those with Alpha blood, the transformation was different, sharper, harsher, so much more brutal. The stronger the bloodline, the more agonizing the shift.

And Cassian… Cassian was drenched in Alpha blood.

I stood there, rooted to the floor, as the truth sank into me. He was enduring a torment that would shred any ordinary wolf to pieces. The red moon was pulling his beast forward, and it was tearing him apart.

His scream split into a howl, shaking the surrounding walls. The sound hit me like a hammer, vibrating through my ribs until my knees buckled. Dust rained from the ceiling. The air itself seemed to tremble.

Then his head snapped toward me.

My blood went cold.

His wolf eyes locked onto mine, glowing like fire, stripped of all reason.

“Cassian,” I whispered, but the word barely made it past my lips.

He moved.

One moment he was crouched, the next he lunged, massive, monstrous, his body three times the size it had been only moments ago. The floor cracked under the force of his paws as he barreled straight toward me.

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A strangled cry escaped me as I stumbled backward. My back hit the narrow tunnel’s mouth just in time. I shoved myself inside, scraping my arms against jagged stone as I fell hard onto the floor. The breath left my lungs in a painful rush.

He hit the entrance a second later.

The stone shook from the impact. His claws slashed at the edges of the gap, sending chunks of rock scattering across the floor. His head jammed against the opening, jaws snapping, fangs flashing only inches from my face. His hot breath blasted across me, thick with the stench of blood and fury.

But he couldn’t get in.

He was too big now. His massive frame jammed against the narrow entrance, his shoulders and ribs straining against the rock.

I scrambled backward on my hands and heels, heart hammering so violently it hurt. “Cassian!” My voice cracked. “It’s me! Stop!”

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The sound of his claws pounded against stone, then faded into the distance as he tore through the outer clearing and vanished into the night beyond.

I sat there in the tunnel, dagger trembling in my hands, my whole body shaking with the echo of his howl still rattling through me. My breath came in broken bursts.

The cave felt empty without him. Too empty.

But the silence didn’t last.

Suddenly, a weight pressed into the air, settling over the cave like a shroud. My lungs fought against it, every breath harder than the last. The dagger trembled in my hand, but I clenched it tighter until my knuckles

ached.

The aura wasn’t Cassian’s. I knew that much. This was different, darker, colder, a pressure that crawled under my skin and made every instinct in me scream to run. My legs stiffened, but I forced them to move.

“Cassian…” I whispered, but I didn’t stop to pray.

I shoved myself through the narrow tunnel. My chest burned with every step, the weight of the aura pressing tighter the further I pushed myself forward.

The passage spat me out into the larger chamber, but I didn’t stop.

Cassian had run this way. I had to follow.

The exit loomed ahead, a jagged tear in the stone where faint night air seeped through.

The aura thickened with every stride, pressing down on me until it was hard to breathe. My grip tightened on the dagger.

“Cassian!” I shouted, my voice echoing hard against the walls.

I didn’t know what I was thinking then. I reached the outer tunnel, shoved myself through the narrow opening, and stumbled into the open air.

The red moon had climbed higher, staining the snow in deeper crimson. My breath fogged white in front of me as I searched the clearing. His tracks cut deep into the snow, a trail leading away from the cave and into the waiting forest.

I didn’t hesitate. I ran after him.