Cassie's POV
Troy Armstrong is a werewolf! The truth hit me like a bolt of lightning. It was as if the moon goddess herself had orchestrated this twist of fate. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since I left his office, my heels clicking down the sleek corridors as though my mind was as composed as my steps, his angry warning echoing in my ears:
“I don't want to have anything to do with you and this is the last time you will come to my office.”
I’d seen him mid-shift, his silver fur sprouting, eyes flashing gold, a predator almost leashed. And he hadn’t denied it, so I wasn't hallucinating.
How had I missed it all this time? Me, a wolf born and bred, sharp enough to hide my own nature in a city of humans. I should’ve sensed him when we crossed paths, I could have felt the pull of pack,
