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Cascada doesn’t know why the exchange between the three wolves feels weird but neither of them seems to notice and allow introductions to begin. She hadn’t said her name and it takes several seconds to dawn on her, glancing between the two a few times before she ushers out a quick, “Cascada.” Her jaw sets and she looks down at her feet, steadying her breath to keep her sides from pinching with every inhale. “Were you not on the beach yesterday?” she asks toward the unknown male. He doesn’t seem familiar, perhaps nothing more than a blur that day from the beginning, but she knows he hadn’t been there when the other all called them to meet.

They only talk briefly before Cascada feels the urge to be alone and she leaves as smoothly from the pair as she can.