~CASSELBA'S POV
"WHAT THE HELL! WOLF'S BLOOD?"
At the exclamation in Caden's deep voice, I lift my eyes up to him. He stands in dark pressed slacks and a white button-down. The suit jacket hangs forlorn on his arm, draped over his wrist.
"Yeah, dad. Wolf's Blood."
My eyes turn to the young man who just replied. Ryan. As I peer at the two men, I try to keep my eyes level with their stares and not move much lower to other enticing regions.
After our interview with Brian Hartley, Ryan and I had returned to the Hallow Manor. As it was already evening by the time we left, only a few minutes were spent before Caden had come barreling through the door, smelling of rich cologne and charged air—the latter of which I loved the most.
