Landon’s body was still in shock after seeing Cassandra in front of him after six long years. He had believed that she would be dead now and if not dead, she would have been someone’s slave.
Never in his wildest dreams, he had thought that he would see her here, in this hunting convention, and that to be as a warrior.
As Cassandra maintained her grip on Landon, a whirlwind of emotions stirred within him. Humiliation gnawed at the edges of his pride, shattered by the realization that once weak Cassandra, the one who was a punching bag of the pack had now grown into a fierce warrior.
Landon had heard the rumors of powerful female warriors that were increasing in number over the years, but he dismissed the rumors convinced that no woman could surpass a normal male werewolf. Yet, here he st
