Cassiopeia Nyx
I sat at the edge of the bed, fingers fiddling nervously with the fabric of the blanket draped over my knees. My wolf, Hera, had been quieter today, though that didn’t mean she hadn’t made herself known. Her occasional whispers, snide remarks, and even the odd growl had become a normal part of my life—something I had no choice but to accept.
It was so strange to me; everything was new, and I felt like a newborn, trying to understand the workings of my life. I had finally begun to live without the constant ache in my body, the never-ending pain. It had been 18 days since I was last tortured or felt any pain. But it wasn't the physical pain that confused me; it was the constant ache in my heart when Xeros wasn’t near me, the invisible line that kept pulling me toward him, an
