Cassandra laughed, the sound echoing through the empty warehouse. "Died? Is that what you told people? How convenient."
"You fell off a cliff," Dominic said, his voice shaking. "We searched for weeks. We found your blood, your clothes..."
"You found what I wanted you to find. Did you really think I'd let our father's pack consume me the way it consumed our mother? I ran, little brother. I faked my death and I ran as far and as fast as I could."
"Why?" Dominic demanded. "Why let us think you were dead?"
"Because dead was easier than explaining why I couldn't stay. Why I couldn't watch you turn into the same kind of monster our father was."
The words hit like a physical blow. "I'm nothing like him."
"Aren't you? You married a woman you didn't truly appreciate. You took a mistress. You
