Cassandra sat inside her room, wrapping bandages on her hands, preparing herself for another training session with the beta female warriors, as ordered by the Alpha, when someone knocked on her door.
“Who is it?” She asked, not bothering to turn around.
“It's me,” she heard a distinctively familiar female voice, and Cassandra's brows drew close.
She turned to look at the woman who had stepped inside, one hand carefully secured at her belly, while the other balanced a tray containing food.
Cassandra made no move to help the lady; she didn't know what her purpose was for coming here after the previous day's ordeal.
Her cold gaze shifted from the tray that Dianna placed on the table to Dianna.
Cassandra had no bad blood with the girl.
In fact, she knew that she should even respect
