It had been weeks since Cassandra Blake moved into the pack house… well, not exactly into the pack house, she had moved in with Cael in his private wing.
And her syrupy greetings and carefully rehearsed innocence had begun to weave themselves into every corner of Elisa's world. To the rest of the pack, she was a charming new member; soft-spoken, sweet-eyed, carrying the Alpha's heir. But Mira, Raven, and Elisa knew better.
There was always something saccharine in Cassandra's smiles, something that lingered too long when her gaze swept across Elisa's face. Like she was feeding off the quiet storm brewing behind Elisa's forced composure.
Things went back to normal in the pack, and soon everyone got used to the new and shocking addition, but in Elisa's circle, nothing felt normal anymore.
Elisa had been dwindling. Slowly…quietly… and now painfully.
