The uneasiness boiling inside Cassandra's heart is deeper than the night she first learned that Drake had started regaining his memory.
“Elena is already mated, perhaps that young cub only has a taller height than most pups,” Cassandra forced herself to calm down, and slipped her arm from Drake’s mother to keep her balanced. Her tone softened with respect. “Forgive me, Auntie. I came too late. I could not buy the flower you cherish. I will keep searching for a seller willing to part with one.”
Drake’s mother hardly heard her words. Her mind was tangled in the image of the young girl standing beside Elena moments ago.
That child had Elena’s face, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved the same mold twice.
If that little one truly carried Drake’s bloodline, then… how could a child of
