He turned slowly, his gaze falling on Cassandra’s still form. “They weren’t just shifters. They had… other gifts. Psychic ties. Energy manipulation. Some believed they were blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. The other packs panicked. They feared what would happen if the Halcyn ever turned violent.”
“And so,” Sela said coldly, “they struck first.”
Darius nodded once, rage tightening the corners of his eyes. “m******e. They called it justice. But it was fear. Politics. Cowardice.”
Rowan moved to the foot of the bed, his expression tense. “If Cassandra’s from that bloodline, and she’s just now awakening… everything inside her, wolf, power, memory, is waking up at once. No wonder she’s rejecting it. It’s too much.”
The runes were still glowing faintly, flickering like candlelight at the
