Chapter 55: What Could Have Been
(Cassius's POV)
"No wonder you prepare venison porridge," Olivia said softly, her eyes lighting up with recognition. "You remembered what I made for you all those years ago."
I felt a warmth spread through my chest at her words. The memory of that day by the river had stayed with me for years—a small kindness that had meant everything to a stubborn, injured boy.
"It was nothing," I replied, trying to maintain my composure despite the emotions stirring within me.
Her brown eyes looked warm in the moonlight, the usual wariness replaced with something softer. I could sense her previous doubts clearing away as she finally remembered our shared past.
A wave of relief washed over me. She hadn't forgotten. My wolf howled with happiness in my heart, tho
