Chapter 22: Protective Rage
(Cassandra's POV)
The atmosphere of the Crystal Moon Tavern was alive with muted conversation and the occasional sound of clinking glasses. It was one of the most prestigious gathering places for pack members in all territories, where alliances, rivalries, and everything in between were fostered over expensive drinks.
At our corner table, Jamie Kingston leaned back in his chair, his golden-brown eyes fixed on me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. Between us sat a half-empty bottle of wolfsbane beer, the infamous brew that made most wolves flinch with a single sip. Its potency was notorious, even among Alphas.
Yet I tipped the glass to my lips, drinking as if it were nothing more than light ale. The bitter, biting flavor coated my tongue, the warm
