Cassandra’s mind was in turmoil. How could she have been so blind to the true nature of her beloved pet? For weeks, she had slept peacefully with Reggie curled by her side, unaware of his real intentions. Now, the very memory made her blood run cold.
She felt foolish for missing the warning signs—the way Reggie’s golden eyes tracked her every movement, the possessive way he pressed his massive head against her shoulder at night. She’d mistaken those gestures for loyalty and affection, but the comforting notion of her wolf acting as her guardian now felt terrifying. What had she done?!
In the quaint and tranquil town of Bar Harbor, everyone knew each other’s name and business, and gossip spread like wildfire. The streets were lined with charming houses, well‑kept gardens, and friendly faces. So when Cassandra, a solitary woman in her mid‑thirties with a penchant for privacy, moved into the neighborhood with an enormous wolf named Reggie, the whispers began almost immediately. Why would anyone keep a predator in a suburban home? Concern—and outright fear—grew.