**Marcus POV.**
It was a night of bliss, the kind I'd dreamed of for five long years. Cassandra lay in my bed, and a wave of relief washed over me. I shut my eyes tightly, savoring the moment, but the feeling of a stranger's presence jolted me back to reality. My grip tightened, the wolf within me ready to break free. Then I heard her voice, calm yet questioning.
“Marcus, did you hear that sound?”
Her words stirred me, but I remained composed as I gently stroked her hair.
“No, Cassie, it’s nothing. Go back to sleep,” I replied firmly, then rose from the bed and made my way toward the hallway.
As I headed for the living room, the unmistakable sound of a wolf howling echoed in the distance.
“ Hello Marcus,” I heard Persian calling out to me; a smirk appeared on my lips as I swerved
