THE NEXT DAY
Cassandra stirred under the soft sheets as morning sunlight filtered through the grand, pale curtains of the bedroom. Her eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the warm golden hue of daylight. She lay there for a moment, still and silent, staring at the ceiling.
The events of the past few days came crashing back into her mind like a storm tide.
She had merged with her wolf, her true self, and it had left something inside her permanently changed. Not just physically, but spiritually. She didn’t feel like the Cassandra she used to be. That girl, that version of her, had been peeled away layer by layer until what remained was someone stronger… but also someone more confused.
And then there was Evan. Their conversation echoed in her mind like a song stuck on repeat. His eyes,
