Chapter 76: The Wolf and The Demon
Cassandra~
I never liked the smell of burning flesh—especially when it was my own.
The fire had consumed everything: my home, my family, my name. Even now, I can still hear the crackling flames licking at my skin, the bitter scent of charred fur, the screams—some mine, some theirs.
They had bound me, stripped me, and tossed me onto that pyre like I was nothing more than a broken, unwanted thing. I could still feel the ropes biting into my wrists, soaked in the blood of my struggle, the laughter of those I once called packmates.
"She killed them all," someone whispered.
"She’s a curse!" another voice sneered.
"Burn her before she kills us too!"
But before I get to the fire, I need to tell you how this nightmare began.
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I was born into the Wolfcrest Pack, one of the strongest and most respected werewolf packs in the region. My parents, revered warriors, raised me with love and discipline. I was the youngest child, the only girl among four protective older brothers who made it their mission to keep me safe and happy.
Life in Wolfcrest was perfect.