Cassie POV“Jessie!” I practically shouted, frustrated that the woman was obviously so busy with some guy that she didn't even hear me calling her name. I heard a rustling sound behind me and spun around to see Boss, his face partly obscured in the darkness.“Cassie? Aren't you meant to be attending to Mr. Costa's party?” he asked as he stepped closer.I don't know why I did it, but I stepped backward as if to get away from him. “Yeah, he asked me to get him a bottle of brandy and I forgot to ask which one he liked. I don't want to look like an idiot so I wanted to ask Jessie if she knew,” I embellished the truth slightly. “The guys said she came out here for a quick smoke, but I can't see her.”Boss shrugged and pulled out a box of cigarettes, putting one in his mouth before he lit it and crumpled up the now empty box. “Costa drinks d'Usse cognac,” he replied, taking a drag of his cigarette before he threw the empty box at the open dumpster. He missed miserably and it bounced off

Cassie POVHave you ever had a dream so vivid that you were sure it was real, only to wake up and have this empty feeling when you realised it was just a dream? Well, I guess Vasilios's presence in my apartment triggered some subconscious thing in my brain, because I dreamed of my wedding… although, it wasn't the wedding I had experienced in reality. No, this was the type of fantasy thirteen year old me would have dreamed up.Pure white tulips decorated the dais in the middle of the packhouse garden where the entire pack waited with breathless anticipation of the happy event. Vasilios, handsome and proud as he stood at the bottom of the flower-bordered aisle waiting for me to glide effortlessly to his side in my over-the-top wedding dress. Yep, definitely something thirteen year old me would have dreamed up - in the days before the guy I loved cruelly stamped all over my heart and showed his true colours. I guess dreaming about him was better than dreaming about Jessie's lifeless co

Vasilios POV I read the message from my father for the hundredth time, resisting the urge to snap my phone in half - but only barely. “Congratulations on finding Cassandra. I trust that you will have her back before the Full Moon Celebration,” the old man challenged me. “It would be a pity to pass the alpha title on to your cousin, but that will be the consequences. Don’t disappoint me.” Titan growled in my mind, the mere thought of losing his alpha status making him grumpy. “That won't happen, big guy. I promise,” I reassured the wolf, hoping that I wouldn't be made to eat my own words later on. Pouring myself a cup of strong coffee, I stepped out onto the balcony to watch the sun rise between the skyscrapers which New York City was famous for, and wondered how on earth I was going to progress with Cassandra if there was another man in the picture. And there was no doubt in my mind that the no-good smooth talker of a boss she had was interested in her. Sure, there was a mur

Cassie POVI texted Mrs. Ho the next morning, telling her I was too ill to work my Friday afternoon shift.It wasn't an outright lie - the mere thought of potentially running into Vasilios at the club again was enough to make me nauseous. I couldn't get out of working at the nightclub, though. And with Jessie's death, the bar was definitely going to be short staffed. “Hey Greg,” I smiled at the guy as he opened the door to let me in. “Hey Cassie,” he said rather sadly, his eyes downcast. I stopped in my tracks and put my hand on his arm. “What's wrong? You don't sound like yourself tonight.”He shrugged and avoided my gaze so I grabbed him by his hand and pulled him into one of her booths, sitting opposite him. “Spill. We've been friends for two years and you can trust me with whatever is bothering you,” I told him honestly. He sniffed and wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “I'm just so fucking stupid, Cass!” Greg burst out with a groan.I sighed and took his hand in

Cassie POVThe police were at the club when I arrived, talking in serious voices to Damian who looked exhausted. “I told your colleagues already,” I heard him say clearly, “the cameras on that side of the club stopped working a few days before Jessie was murdered. I was planning on getting a technician out, but it wasn't on my priority list because I wasn't expecting something like that to happen.”The short and scrawny officer, who somewhat resembled a Jack Russell in his approach, immediately countered Damian's explanation. “Oh, so you're saying you didn't bother to have the cameras changed even though they suspiciously all stopped working at the same time. Rather convenient, isn't it?”Damian sighed loudly and threw his hands up in the air. “Listen, if you want to arrest me, then do it. I was in a private meeting the whole evening, and Cassie over there is my witness, along with seven of my business associates. The only time I left the room was when I was alerted to the discover