As Cassandra turned on her heels, a chill ran down her spine when she recognized the approaching figure, Hector, the youngest of the triplets, the werewolf alpha whose red hair glowed like embers in the embrace of sunlight. His green eyes were fixed on Cassandra, and that sent an electric shock down her body, making her knees tremble.
He was handsome and good-looking. The one that was always the talk of the town, he had the face that would lead women to fight over it and Cassandra was no different, for a moment she swayed, she wanted to drown in those green eyes, that shone like emerald but then scolded herself.
In the lawless territory they found themselves in, Cassandra initially questioned whether anyone would give Hector the respect he deserved as the Silver Fang Pack.
As she turned
