The music throbbed through Cass's veins as she swayed to the beat, her skin flushed from the buzz of alcohol and the heat of bodies pressing in all around her. She felt deliciously free, the ache of the past weeks dulled by the primal thrill of the dance floor. Tipping her head back, she let her hair fall, laughing softly as she moved with the music. She felt light, airy.
Cass hadn't been out dancing in… well, maybe ever. Parties had never been her thing; rather, she'd never let herself enjoy them. She was always on edge, always afraid that she would do something 'inhuman', constantly bothered that a member of her former pack would somehow find her and decide letting her and her father live was a mistake.
