A Gathering of Wolves

CASSIA

The world was still draped in the bruised purples and greys of pre-dawn when Dante nudged me awake. The warmth of the previous night had been replaced by a cold, sharp efficiency. There were no lingering kisses or soft words; the "brute" had donned his armor, and he expected me to do the same.

"Dress," he commanded softly, tossing a garment bag onto the bed. "The plane leaves in twenty minu