Cassian stands at his mates door, the smell of another man coming from her.

It was his fault he didn’t tell her she was his mate and now he was facing the consequences. Her eyes are glossy and the clear smell of alcohol reeks from her skin mixing with the scent of the rainy air into a dangerous concoction.

Cassian watches her as he holds out a gift he had got her for summer solstice. His heart pained with hurt as his wings fold up at his sides but the pain doesn’t reach his face. Instead, a small broken laugh echos from deep inside his chest as his mate takes the gift and throws it back at him.

A broken promise.

“Your sister was right. You did go down the wrong track after you came out of the cauldron.” Cassian spilts as he shakes his head in disapproval.