Cassandra's eyes snapped open with a strangled gasp.
She bolted upright in bed, her hand flying to her chest, pressing against the place where the knife had gone through...
But she felt nothing.
There was no blood. No silver burning through her veins. Just her own racing heartbeat and the cold sweat soaking through her shirt.
"Have I been dreaming?" She mumbled, her eyes darting around the room.
There was no traces of Rose around. Just Cassandra and the emptiness of the room so It was definitely a dream.
"Oh my goodness, it has felt so real..." She mumbled again. Her hand was still pressed against her chest, and she could feel the phantom ache there- the place where the mate bond connected her to Rose.
It hurt so much.
Her wolf was whimpering, curled up small and frightened in the back of her mind.
"Mate hates us... She wants us dead?"
