Darius remained frozen by the door, his hand still resting on the handle, chest rising and falling in slow, deliberate breaths. She looked at him like he was a stranger, but he could feel her wolf humming under her skin now. The shift wasn't just in her scent or the way she moved, it was in the way the very air bent around her, reverent, waiting.
She was still Cassandra.
Still the woman who had walked into his life with fury in her veins and fire in her eyes.
But she wasn't just Cassandra anymore.
There was something different about her now. Something not even time could disguise.
She wasn't trying to be powerful. She was powerful. And not because she tried, not because she fought, but because she remembered.
Her blood knew. Her bones knew.
And Darius...
He was still trying to figu
