Cassandra’s point of view: It was as if he had always been in my life and I’d just been on hiatus – waiting for him to come back. We fumbled backwards against the door to my bedroom… pushed it open. My room had been cleaned for the day, and my bed had been freshly made by the servants. Dalton lowered me down upon it, his hands running through my hair, on my body, hungry to touch, hungry for me. It felt good to be in his arms again. It felt so right. This was why it had hurt so much when he had stayed away from me for the past two days – because I’d felt as if I’d been losing a part of myself. All the confusing thoughts and puzzling emotions I’d feel about him would go away when he’d be with me. His presence felt divine enough to make me feel so at peace that I’d forget about anything else. He had this charismatic presence that would distract anyone. That must be because he’s an Alpha… that would explain why I’d always feel like this around him. It couldn’t be just me! Yeah, that’

Dalton’s point of view: We’d spent the last fifteen minutes or so laying in her bed while she explained everything that the creature had told her. “So, you’ve got that creepy thing locked in the dungeons?” My eyes went wide in surprise. “How did you even get that creature down there? Did no one see it?” She threw me a pointed look. “He’s a human, not a thing.” I gulped and then, nodded. “You’re right.” “Well, it seemed like he knew a lot about the experiments the Moon Howlers were doing on some humans they’ve captured and imprisoned.” She stated. “You might want to investigate him, that’s why I got him locked down there.” “That was a wise thing to do.” I gave her back a gentle rub. “What do you think you’re doing?” She narrowed her eyes down at me. “W-What?” I cleared my throat to hide that I’d actually stuttered. But from the looks of it, she caught onto it. Dang it! “Are you really patting me like a dog right now?” She asked with a faint growl. Her eyes flashed blue, alert

Cassandra’s point of view: I spun on my heels and stood right in front of Dalton, blocking the zombie's sight of Dalton as he whizzed past the warriors, heading straight for Dalton's... blood. "No, you don't -" I was taken aback when he pushed me away, sending me crashing into Dalton. Dalton quickly grabbed onto my arms and growled angrily at the zombie, warning him. The zombie was so out of it that he didn't catch onto the warning. He was more focused on sniffing the air around us... more particularly around Dalton. The stench of blood was strong on him... too strong. It was strong enough to make the zombie smirk in triumph as though he'd found his afternoon snack. Well, he did in fact found his afternoon snack. Why the heck would Dalton just come down here in his bloodied shirt? 'Maybe he wanted to be devoured by this thing!' Sierra chimed. 'Now is not the time, Sierra! I've got a zombie to handle.' I deadpanned. 'Well, what are you waiting for? Do it!' My wolf ordained. I

Cassandra’s point of view: Sarah, having caught onto this small action of mine, frowned in confusion, her eyes shifting from me to Dalton before landing back on me. Her forehead creased with lines as though she was suddenly thinking about something that greatly disturbed her. Whatever thoughts that crossed her mind then, made her uncomfortable enough that she shyly averted her eyes elsewhere, avoiding my eyes. It was my turn to frown. The concern she felt for her Alpha filled the air around us. Sensing her emotion, Dalton backed away from her. ‘What’s wrong with her? Why is she behaving like that all of a sudden?’ I asked Dalton using the mind-link between us. Dalton threw me a glance before looking back at the nurse who seemed like she’d rather be somewhere else than here. It almost felt as if she was more petrified now… of knowing something she shouldn’t. This pushed me to think about the concern she had felt just seconds earlier. Was she concerned for Dalton or for herself?

Cassandra’s point of view: When we reached the pack house, it was awfully quiet. Everyone had been already warned to stay inside in case Marcus was up to something. When it came to Marcus, Dalton didn’t want to take any chance. He didn’t trust that guy at all. Someone who could betray his own Alpha could pretty much harm his own pack members. The attack last time showed the level at which Marcus could degrade to just to harm the ones who wouldn’t let him have his way. “Get inside, Cassandra. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.” Jeremy told me as he waited for me to get inside the pack house before closing the front door behind me. I peeked outside through the side window to find him standing right by the front door, guarding the pack house. How will I go out if he’s standing there? He’d definitely tell Dalton if he catches me outside. I would have to think about another way to go out. Several kinds of ideas began crossing my mind as I returned to my bedroom. When I opene