The moment Cassandra stepped inside the pack house, the air in the hall shifted.
It was subtle, but for a warrior like herself, she could feel it clearly.
The wolves feel the tension and dominance in the room change just like humans notice temperature shifts.
And she would be a fool to say she didn't know who this was because.
An alpha far stronger than theirs was inside the pack house, walking like he owned the territory, not arrogant, but confident and natural.
Cassandra didn't slow her pace, nor did she wait for him. She didn't need to. She could feel his presence behind her, and for some reason, her mark tingled, like a little burn she couldn't pinpoint.
What's going on, Kianna? Why is my mark acting like that? Cassandra tried to talk to her wolf, but the animal was silent
