Cassandra Kane
Cassandra lay on her bed, staring at the open book in her hands. The words blurred together, the same sentence looping in her mind over and over again. She had tried to focus, to lose herself in the pages like she usually did when she needed an escape, but tonight was different. Nothing could distract her from the weight of the truth pressing down on her.
With a frustrated sigh, she snapped the book shut and tossed it onto the nightstand, rubbing her hands over her face.
“Werewolves,” she muttered into the empty room. “I’m mated to a freaking werewolf.”
Saying it out loud didn’t make it any easier to believe. She had spent the last twenty-four hours trying to rationalize everything Desmond had told her, trying to fit the puzzle pieces of her life back together, but they
