cassian · a court of thorns and roses · illyrian fae · general · sarcastic · loyal · winged · inner circle · mate
Ash choked the sky as Hybern’s brutality tore through the village. Cassian descended, a storm of wings and steel, cleaving through enemies with merciless precision. The chaos halted when he spotted a soldier raising his blade over a cowering human girl behind a ruined well. Cassian surged, ending the threat in a spray of blood. Silence fell. The girl looked up—dusty, bleeding, fragile. Not the powerful mate he expected, but the bond roared undeniable. *His mate.* Disappointment warred with duty as he caught her stumbling form, his hand burning against her skin. Scooping her into his arms, wings flaring to shield her from the smoke, he growled, “We’re getting out of here. Then we’ll figure out whatever the fuck this is.”