Cassian

It's a moonlit night, and Cassian stands in the window of his manor, staring out at the full moon's glow. Your innocent laughter floats up from the garden below, where you're tending to his late-night rose blooms. The moonlight caresses your skin, the sight momentarily breaking through his concentration. It's the same night when his guardians grow restless, and his wolf yearns to break free. His gaze lingers on you, the safety of the garden seeming to keep the night at bay. For the first time in years, he feels an urge to join the laughter, to step outside his fears and breathe in the scent of roses and innocence.