CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX – THE WEREWOLF

Cassie swiped at her damp eyes, struggling to regain her composure. She replayed the contents of that strange letter over and over, the words branding themselves into the forefront of her mind. No matter how ludicrous the notion seemed on its surface, she couldn't disregard the insane idea that Florian and his family were somehow...not human. Not entirely, at least. Those wild, frenzied howls still echoed in her brain. As did the image of Florian's elegant, aristocratic features twisting with an animalistic fury she'd never witnessed in him before. Like two warring halves battling for dominance within a single body. Cassie shuddered, fresh goosebumps prickling her arms. What sort of ancient, occult secret was she blundering into here? She had the sinking feeling that going any further down this rabbit hole of mysteries would only lead to more danger. Yet she couldn't ignore what she'd seen and read with her own eyes. Florian and his family clearly weren't who - or what - they seemed