Epilogue

Cassidy’s POV

Snowflakes danced through the frigid air, the world around me becoming a beautiful paradise of white. Again.

Instinct and adrenaline fueled my every move as I transformed, my body morphing into delicate crystalline forms.

It feels so good to be back, to feel the excitement of shifting into my wolf form.

The rival Rogue lunged, teeth bared. But in that pivotal moment, my body dispersed into a whirlwind of snowflakes. I felt a surreal rush as I swirled around him, avoiding his deadly jaws by the narrowest of margins.

There was an odd sensation, like a shiver down my spine, as if the transformation itself was more than just a physical change. But my focus remained unwavering. As the snowflakes began to reform, I solidified just behind the Rogue, my werewolf instincts guiding my swift and precise strike. Fangs sank into his flank, and he yelped in pain and surprise.

The scent of iron filled the air as I tore myself away, leaving the Rogu