Cassandra’s POV
“Why don’t you tell us what you’re really doing here, girl?”
My head snapped up. The elder with the scar on his jaw was staring at me, his lips curled like I was something disgusting he’d stepped on.
“You sit here as though you belong, eating from our table, clinging to our Alpha. But do you even know what you’re doing? What your presence costs us? We would be seen as weaklings by our competitors. Are you soem sort of prostitute that leeched on to him when he went to the human world?”
Murmurs rippled through the table, heads nodding, eyes narrowing.
“I—” My voice cracked, so I shut my mouth quickly, clutching my fork tighter.
Another elder leaned in, her sharp green eyes glinting. “Is this why he’s distracted? Is this why rogues dare breach our borders? Because his at
