Cassandra’s POV
Brian’s head snapped up, his grip loosening just enough for me to yank my arm free. I didn’t wait for him to say anything else—I ran, my legs carrying me as fast as they could toward the safety of home. I heard his mocking laughter behind me but didn’t bother to turn around to look.
I ran as quickly as I could until I got home. Pushing the door open, my mom's voice rang out, “Cas, you're back home late. Go freshen up and come have your meal.”
“Alright, mom,” I replied.
I quickly started making my way upstairs when she popped out of nowhere, asking, “What's that stench?” Her nose crinkled in disgust.
Yup! No matter how hard I tried to get rid of the nasty stuff on me, there was no way my mom wouldn't smell it off me.
I kinda envied her werewolf senses. If I could get
