JESSICA'S POV
My cheeks were still burning when we got back to the house. The rogue attack, Cassian throwing himself between me and danger, the way he'd held me afterward while the others arrived—it all played on repeat in my head.
He saved me. He actually saved me.
I sat on my bed, staring at the scratches on my arm from where I'd hit the ground. They were already healing, closing up before my eyes. Thin pink lines replacing what had been angry red gashes just an hour ago.
My wolf. This is my wolf healing me.
I touched the fading marks gently, a strange sense of awe washing over me. I wasn't just human anymore. I was something more. Something stronger.
And these four infuriating, possessive, complicated men were somehow tied to that.
I fell asleep thinking about amber eyes and prot
