Chapter 39: The Healer
(Cassandra's POV)
The Blake pack's healing den reeked of antiseptics, coppery blood, and faint desperation. The air was thick with the weight of expectation. My footsteps echoed sharply against the cold stone floor as I entered, flanked by Alexander, Jamie, and Theo.
Mars Blake stood at the far end, stiff and silent, his head dipped low in submission. His wolf radiated unease, despite his composed, proud posture. Around him, warriors lingered, eyes cautiously tracing my every step. They didn’t know what to expect.
"She’s here," one of them muttered to another, trying but failing to keep his voice low.
I ignored them, my gaze fixed on Mars. He was no longer the defiant rogue Alpha I’d first encountered but a man burdened by the fallout of his mistakes. Marin
