(Cassie’s POV)
I sat quietly and listened as my mum talked. As she told us about the creation of the pack I had called home for the first 24 years of my life. How my father had given up his Alpha title, my mother had altered her whole identity and heritage. How over two hundred people, witches and werewolves, had changed everything about themselves. I didn’t know much about witches, but I knew enough to know that they held their magic sacred, as a gift from the moon goddess herself, much like a werewolf’s wolf is. They had put their lives and the lives of their families in danger.
And all of this was for me, they had vowed to protect me, and paid for it with their lives. “I will protect you with my last dying breath” the words from my recurring nightmare of the last 18 years. The words
