Avery watches Cassiopeia more than Nic as they walk by. Part of him wanted to make sure she was okay for himself, but he kept Kimiko behind him instead. He nodded when Nic said he was taking the SUV again. Once they were gone, Avery turned and looked at Caden.
Avery hadn't seen Caden emotional much, aside from anger, but right now he could see his alpha crying despite the rain. Avery looked down, feeling he shouldn't be privy to this.
Cassiopeia walking away fully broke Caden. He wasn't sure when he was going to see his best friend again. Close to three hundred years they had been together. Inseparable. Until today.
The rain started to slow the further Cassiopeia got away from them, but the broken trees behind him reminded Caden that distance didn't matter when it came to Cassiopeia. When the storm had moved in, it reminded him of a time when Cassiopeia earned the nickname "Storm Witch".
Caden looked over to Avery and Kimiko, seeing them soaked through and frowned. "Go inside. Stay away from my side of the house." Avery quickly turned and grabbed Kimiko's hand, pulling her across the yard and into the house.
Once everyone was gone, Caden stepped away from Nero. He took five, long strides away from his mate before he turned around and faced them. They were in a ball on the ground, trying to shrink themselves even smaller. Caden wanted to hold them but he couldn't. His wings remained, smaller than they were in his true dragon form, but they were large and menacing all the same. Completely different from this vantage point than they had been when Caden was protecting Nero with them.
"I need you to tell me what I just saw. I need you to tell me why you were leading the army that killed Cass' family. My family by extension." Caden stared at the space just in front of Nero, unable to look at them fully.
Cassiopeia Claire Alistair
Location: Caden’s House – Chicago, IL
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The tears started to fall down Cassiopeia's face, mixing with the rain, as she was pulled along. Cass didn't register passing Avery and Kiki, or walking through the house and going past Henry. She only came back to herself when Nic pulled her into a hug. He asked if she was okay and she broke.
Cassiopeia sagged into Nic, gripping his shirt and cried from her heart shattering. She wailed, unable to control her tears, or her emotions. The wind whipped around Nic and Cassiopeia, the rain pelting them. The temperature gradually dropped, making the rain colder, and biting as it cut across any open skin.