Cassie hummed softly, her steps light as she glided through Fror’s torchlit halls, the sketch of her ball gown tucked under her arm. She’d planned to show Castiel the final design at dinner, but his absence sent her searching for him, her heart fluttering with hope. Lately, he was always in his office, buried in the demands of kingship. Her studies to become queen consumed her days, a desperate bid to ease his burden and claim her place beside him. Her wolf purred in her mind, soothing yet sharp: Don’t worry, darling. We’ll be married and crowned before you know it.
Cassie bit her lip, Kate’s image flashing through her thoughts, a thorn in her heart. I don’t want her in the way… She’s trained for this, and the way he looks at her… it’s different. Her chest tightened, jealousy coiling like
