Chapter 8: I Have His Recommendation
(Cassandra's POV)
The sunlight streaming through my thin curtains seemed almost intrusive, a reminder of another day to tread this treacherous pack politics minefield.
The Rivers mansion was quiet, unnaturally so, but it wasn’t a comforting silence. It was the type of silence that preludes a storm—cold, calculating, and suffocating.
I brushed my hair with slow, deliberate strokes. The rustle of the brush against my strands was the only sound grounding me. The events from last night still lingered in the air, thick with tension. Even if the ballroom had been left behind hours ago, its memory stalked me, clinging like shadows.
My wolf stirred faintly beneath the guise I bore, an itch of irritation scratching at the edges of my control. She hated
