Cassandra's POV
I heard her before I saw her.
That deliberate, sharp click of heels on tile that only happens when someone wants to be heard coming. I was at the kitchen counter with a mug of tea I had spent twenty minutes failing to make because the kitchen was the size of my entire old apartment and nothing was where logic said it should be. I had finally found the tea bags behind a container of oats the size of a small child, and I had just settled into something resembling calm.
Then Lyra walked in.
She was one of the senior pack females. Older than me by maybe five years, with dark hair pulled into a severe bun and eyes that looked at me the way people look at something they stepped in. She had made her position clear the first day I arrived, no words needed. Just that very partic
