CASSANDRA’S POV
The wolves’ grip is unyielding, their claws biting into my arms as they drag me through the dense wilderness. My wedding gown, once a forced symbol of a fate I never wanted, is now a tattered ruin. The silk snags on twisted branches, the lace torn apart by the merciless ground beneath me. Cold night air whips against my skin, but the wolves press forward, silent and determined, as if nothing—not even my struggles—could change their course.
“Where are you taking me?” I demand, my voice sharp, laced with a frustration I don’t quite understand. But they do not answer. They do not even acknowledge that I’ve spoken. Their focus remains ahead, their green eyes locked on a destination only they seem to know.
A shiver runs down my spine, but not from the cold. Something about th
