“This is assault!” Cass’s voice rings out, sharp and furious. She’s pacing the room, her hands clenched into fists, her face flushed with anger. “Why did she do that? Why would she hurt you?”
I sit on the edge of her bed, my bandaged arm resting in my lap. “She brought a plate of cookies for Caspian,” I explain, my voice calm despite the tension in the room. “Hoping to warm his heart, no doubt. She found me in his room and went ballistic. Called me a thief.”
She stops pacing, her eyes blazing. “That’s it. I’m done.” She grabs her coat from the back of her chair and storms toward the door.
“Wait!” I call after her, scrambling to my feet. “Where are you going? What are you going to do?”
She doesn’t slow down. “I’m going to the pack house to finally give that b***h a piece of my mind. She
