Maris stepped back, wiping sweat from her brow. "She's stable, but barely. Her energy is dropping. Her wolf and her human sides are at war."
Sela closed her eyes and tilted her head as if listening to something in the air. "I can feel her wolf," she murmured. "But she's not merging. Cassandra is still rejecting her."
Inside Cassandra's mind, storm clouds rolled across a shifting horizon. She stood barefoot on a cracked, glowing plain, surrounded by a sea of stars and mist. A figure emerged from the shadows, a massive wolf, white as snow, with glowing silver eyes that bore into her soul.
Cassandra... the voice was not external. It was inside her. Echoing from the marrow of her bones.
My name is Ashera. I am your wolf. An ancient soul, born of the First Tribes. I have waited lifetimes fo
