The calm before the storm
Cassidy’s Point of View The sun was dipping low beyond the tall oaks surrounding the pack mansion, casting long shadows over the sprawling grounds. The cool spring air carried the subtle scents of blooming wildflowers and fresh earth, but beneath it all, the familiar musk of pinewood and sandalwood clung to me like a protective shield. I stood at the large window in the sitting room, cradling Zack in one arm and holding Ellie close with the other. Their quiet breaths, so steady and trusting, eased some of the tightness in my chest. For the first time in a long while, I felt something fragile but fierce growing inside me—a sense of readiness. Behind me, soft footsteps approached. Zavier’s sandalwood and lightning scent mingled gently with the vanilla and cherrywood I couldn’t smell on my
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