Chapter 47: Shadow's Gift
(Cassandra's POV)
The steady hum of the sacred healing chamber echoed softly around us, the warmth of its ancient energy a sharp contrast to my grandmother’s frail voice. She lay reclined against a mountain of blankets, her silver hair spilling around her like a halo. Despite her weakened state, her amber gaze bore into me, still sharp as ever.
"Sit, Cassandra," Grace instructed, patting the worn cushion at her bedside with trembling fingers. "We need to talk."
I obeyed silently. My wolf stirred beneath the surface, aware of her concern.
For a few moments, we sat in silence, the weight of the unspoken filling the space between us. Finally, her hands reached for mine, cool against my skin.
"You need to let Jane come back to Stone Pack territory," Grace
