Cassian had been worried for weeks on end, eagerly anticipating the return of his mate. Against every instinct within him, he was unable to retrieve and rescue his mate. It was vital that she remain on enemy soil to gain necessary information. But the moment he received word of her cry for help he was there.

Fury burned through him as he saw the autumn sons manhandling his mate, pulling her by the hair and lashing at her with bursts of flame. Cassian crashes against the ice in a glow of crimson, stanced ready for combat.