“Drake has been helping Lucian all along,” her aunt said, clutching Cassandra’s wrist. “Doesn’t he do that for me? How can helping Lucian be a mistake?”
“Aunt, you’re not seeing it clearly,” Cassandra said, her tone strained. “Drake isn’t doing this for us anymore. He’s doing it for himself.”
Her aunt’s eyes widened, flashing the faint golden hue of her wolf’s worry. “You must talk to him, Cassandra! You see how your uncle hasn’t woken up yet. If he opens his eyes and learns that his deal with Durok Biotech is no longer active … if he finds out that Mitchell Pharmaceuticals is now using the factory and the machines we bought with our own claws, it might kill him!”
Cassandra could smell her aunt’s fear.
“Aunt,” Cassandra whispered, her voice shaking, “let Mitchell Pharmaceuticals come i
