From the moment Cassiel woke each day, an unsettling sensation crawled along his skin—a persistent feeling that someone was watching him, observing his every move from the shadows. Whether in the bustling heart of the Crescent Gold Venom Pack's territory or the quiet solitude of his and Diann's den, the sensation lingered like an unseen gaze, causing him to cast wary glances over his shoulder.
As days turned into weeks, Cassiel found himself unable to shake the eerie presence that seemed to trail him. It weighed on his mind, casting a shadow over even the most mundane moments of his life. The once comforting embrace of the pack's unity now felt tinged with an underlying unease, leaving Cassiel grappling with a sense of vulnerability that he couldn't fully understand.
