Chapter 80: Shadow's Vengeance
(Cassandra's POV)
The air in the Ward Pack mansion seemed to have solidified, thick with the combined scent of fear and desperation. Marina’s face had gone pale, her wide eyes darting frantically, searching for an escape that didn’t exist.
Grace had survived. That was what mattered most. My grandmother—my anchor—had withstood the attack Marina had orchestrated. But the memory of her wounded form, frail and surrounded by chaos, lingered in my mind like thorns digging into my skin. Every second of her suffering burned, fueling a rage in me that I no longer cared to suppress.
I stepped closer to Marina, my movements measured. The shadows in the corner of the room seemed to stretch and twist unnaturally, drawn to my presence. She cowered, scrambling back
