Clubbing? Or…
Cassandra 's POV
“Hey Jessa.” I said tiredly, after she had opened the door. I had been knocking for a while now and she had yet to answer the door. I could hear from the loud music playing inside that it was going to take a while since she wouldn't hear her phone ring anyway.
“Cassy? What the hell are you doing here with all your luggage? Did your father finally sell the house?” she commented, her eyes wide as she pulled me in, helping me with my bags and giving me a glass of water all in the same breath.
“I wish it was that, even.” I said, slumping on her couch and taking a seat.
She sat down beside me, worrying about covering her features. What would I tell her? I couldn't actually tell her that werewolves exist and I'm mated to the Alpha who is hell bent on keep
