The atmosphere in Silverfang Mansion changed the moment Cassandra uttered the words “remove her from the pack.” Her voice still echoed in my head hours later, sharp and cruel, as if she’d carved the sentence into my skin. She left the hall without waiting for a response, confident that the elders would support her—confident that I didn’t belong here, confident that Chase would eventually be forced to agree for the sake of peace.
She didn’t know him anymore.
But she remembered enough to recognize a threat when she saw one.
By nightfall, the elders were already convening behind locked doors. Their voices drifted through the corridors—urgent, heated, layered with fear and suspicion. I heard fragments as I passed:
“She deceived the pack—”
“We must distance ourselves—”
“Cassandra is the r
