Cassiel's furrowed brow deepened as he stared at the intricately designed ceiling of the mansion. The architectural beauty that once brought him comfort now seemed to whisper secrets he couldn't quite grasp. It was as if the very essence of the mansion was resonating with an undercurrent of disturbance.
Diann, sensing Cassiel's unease, approached him with a concerned expression. "What's on your mind, Cassiel?" The Alpha's voice carried a soothing quality, a balm that sought to ease the Omega's troubled thoughts.
Cassiel took a deep breath, attempting to articulate the nebulous sensations that crawled beneath his skin. "I don't know, Diann. Something feels off, like a subtle disturbance in the energies around us. It's hard to explain."
