Nia stared at her, eyes wide, one hand gripping the pillow like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality. “I’m sorry, what?”
Cassandra couldn’t help it, she laughed.
She lifted her hand slowly and let her wolf’s power flicker through her, just a sliver. Her pupils dilated, glowing with that haunting gold that only showed when her wolf was awake beneath the surface.
Nia gasped and clutched her chest. “Girl, what the actual hell!”
Cassandra blinked, letting the glow fade. “Still think I’m joking?”
Nia was still frozen in place. “I… I don’t even know what to say. You’re telling me… you’re a werewolf. Like a full-on, moon-howling, shift-at-will, can-heal-fast type of werewolf?”
Cassandra nodded.
“And Darius…” Nia looked around the luxurious room again as if it were the backdrop of
