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With a flick of my wrist, I toss my hair over my shoulder as I spin on my heel, shifting into the wolf who's now strengthened with not just her meal but with the ability to stand up to the pack's Alpha.

This is going to be fun, I think as I head back to town, to the cottage that I just impulsively decided would be my home.

Chapter 4 - Cyrus

“Who the fuck does she think she is…?” I grate through gritted teeth, my pulse quickening and powering the strength of my fingers as I grip the glass in hand. The rage is too strong, eventually shattering the glass between my fingers.

“Fuck…” I mutter, lifting my hand to inspect the damage. The cut on my palm doesn't matter. On the contrary, seeing bright red blood trickling down my wrist only serves to fan the flames of my anger.

This is because ofher.

It's all her fault.

Flicking my wrist through the air, I lean over the balcony rails and glare out ahead where Cassandra's cottage can be seen on the horizon. Huffing angrily, I let my mind wander to what happened earlier tonight.

When did Cassandra Chikara become so unruly and determined to fight against everything I say?

She's changed so much in these nine years. It's like I don't even know her anymore. The young she-wolf I knew was long gone.

The only thing that hasn't changed is that nonsensical need to always be around her. That pull, as if she's a magnet that I'm attracted to, despite how absurd it would be to ever consider her as more than just a pack member.

Cassandra Chikara is no ordinary werewolf. Though Agatha was born to the Moon Shine Pack, she'd found her mate amongst on her travels overseas, and he'd followed her like a drooling pup. It was unheard of to have a foreigner join the pack,but my father agreed for Ren Chikara to join the pack when Agatha refused to leave the small town.

Cassandra, on the other hand, was determined to leave. For reasons unknown, she abandoned her mother.

Abandoned the pack.

Abandoned me.

“Pfft!” I blow out at the ludicrous thought, rolling my eyes. It's not like her leaving affected me in any way.

It's not like she affects me in any way, with those luscious, feminine curves that make my fingers tingle with the urge to grab her and sink—

“Cyrus, there you are!”

Mother's cheerful voice behind me is like a punch to the gut to warn me that I'm crossing into dangerous territory with my thoughts.

Sighing with relief at being snapped out of my daze, I turn and force a smile to hide my vulgar mind.

“Hello, Mother,” I cleared my throat. “I'm sorry I missed dinner, I was—”

Mother snorts dismissively as she steps onto the balcony and comes over to press a kiss on my cheek.

“You were busy, I know,” she relents, patting my shoulder and joining me at the rails. When she leans over, she inhales with her eyes closed. “Beautiful night, isn't it?”

I hum in agreement, following her gaze when her eyes open, only to find that she's smiling at Cassandra's cottage. My cheeks heat up as I wonder if she was able to hear my thoughts just now.

Probably not. It's just guilt that has me wringing my hands together as if expecting a gentle scolding.

“What happened to your hand?” Mother inquires with a skeptical brow.

I fold my hand into the other to hide the ghastly slash. “It's nothing. It'll heal,” I assure her. Luckily, there's truth in that statement since the Alpha blood running through my veins speeds up my healing.

Mother nods as she turns back to the aerial view of the small town. “Today was a sad day, was it not?” Mother sighs. “Agatha Chikara was a dear friend of mine in this pack.”

Another hum in response because I have no idea where she's going with this.

“But soon, we're all bound to wither away and rest eternally.”

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