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The world around me blurs, my breaths shallow as I fight the ache in my limbs. My eyes lock onto Cyprus, standing there like a specter from my past. My heart stammers.
How did he find me?
Why now?
The white werewolf makes a guttural growl as it forces itself up, claws scraping against the ground. Every muscle in my body screams for me to run, but I can't move at this time because of shock. I can't breathe.
Cyprus then extends his hand toward me, urgency burning in his eyes. "Cassandra, are you coming with me?" I hesitate. A thousand questions tangle in my mind. I am not sure if I am going to take his hand or not, I am not sure if it is a good decision or another big mistake.
Although, I must say that nowhere has ever been really safe. Not for me. Not really. And yet... I know s
