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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