Cassandra POV
Everything felt surreal. I followed the instructions—turned around and shut my eyes tightly—but the animalistic growling broke through my focus. My curiosity surged, tempting me to look back. I resisted; whatever was unfolding between Marcus and the stranger was not my concern.
The noise persisted for a moment, becoming increasingly distracting. I was growing tired, yet Damien continued to play his enchanting melody. The music wrapped around me, pulling me in as I nodded my head to the rhythm, even as I tried to shake off my fatigue.
Then, abruptly, silence fell. I stepped towards Marcus, and there lay the stranger on the ground, exposed and vulnerable.
I gasped, pressing my palm against my lips to stifle a scream as I glanced from the lifeless body on the ground to Ma
