Blackwatch Cassidy Novels & Stories

Cassie's death had been the end of one threat, but it had also been the beginning of something potentially far more dangerous. The question now was whether Lisa Blackwood—former mean girl, current mother, survivor of trauma and transformation—would choose to step into the spotlight one more time to defend the pack that had become her family. And whether that choice, whatever it was, would be enough to prevent the war that seemed to be building on the horizon.

Cassidy was standing in the middle of the spokes that went off in all different directions down dark corridors lined with prison cells. Elliott had told her to stay with Jamie, no matter what, unless the doctor told her otherwise, and while she didn’t mind any of the Guardians she was standing with, she would’ve been more comfortable if Elliott hadn’t left. Now, she was on her first real hunt, in a dark, allegedly haunted building, practically all alone. And she knew there was a Vampire nearby.

This wasn’t over. This was just the beginning. ⸻ CASSSIE WAITS Cassiopeia couldn’t sleep. She sat curled up in Bain’s bed, the room too big, too empty without him. Her fingers clutched the sheets, her heart hammering every time she heard a distant siren. Was he okay? Was Luca? She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes. The old Cassie would have been terrified, powerless. But not anymore. She wasn’t just some pawn in this war. She was Bain Blackwood’s woman—and that meant something.

The meaning was standing from afar looking at the hanging Mira hesitantly, is she really worth killing? She is eighteen years old. Is this not a crime or injustice to her? I told you to let her go for a while.” Black grumbled, breathing lightly He indicated to the man whose job it was to execute her to stay away from her silently and without people noticing that it would be a difficult situation for him to retreat after he gathered his herd members.. He wanted to utter his words, but he froze when one of his Mate 's guards came calling at high altitude " Alpha the Luna has disappeared!"

CASSANDRA As my assistant walked toward me, my mind ached with a million questions. What were the results? Was this dire? Were we going to be able to save Asher after all? Becky pushed her round glasses up the bridge of her nose. She was a beautiful girl- petite with short dark red hair and a pale, angular face full of freckles- and under normal circumstances, she had a pleasant demeanor. But tonight, her russet eyes were underscored by dark circles. She looked visibly worn out. Her lab coat had been hastily pulled on over her night clothes. I felt bad that she’d been awoken at this late of an hour.

He'd learned from Jake that Letty was imprisoned in the Blood Pack's dungeons, trying to gather intel about Janice and Jake. I hadn't had a chance to talk with Silas, nor did I know how to use the mental link with our mate, as Silas did. Information from Henry and Emily had me perplexed. Furthermore, I had to return to the Minnesota Studio since Cindy had asked for my opinion on a few scenes. Ordinarily, Cindy wouldn't have involved me in such minor decisions, but she'd been unable to contact Janice. Unsurprisingly, given that Janice had betrayed me, revealing herself not as a human but as a she-wolf, and was causing trouble. "Driving alone?" Emily asked as I got into the car.

"It'll be enjoyable. Just to stab the Captain in the back will be worth the blood." From the mouth of the cave, the silent man watched. He had followed, and Blake had left him on guard. It was an odd task for one who was mute, but he was alert, and his hearing was better than the others. His eyes dropped, not wanting them to see the sick expression that must be tainting them. Revenge had been a nice thought, but reality was far from it. As Blake moved to give his orders, Lloyd blinked his eyes open as he slowly took in his surroundings. It was dark and damp. The sand was still under his body. The rock surrounding him told him he was in a small cave.

She stared at him for a moment — at the man who had been both her heartbreak and her salvation. Then she nodded slowly. “Together?” He smiled faintly. “Together.” --- But far from the hospital, under the cover of darkness, a figure stood on a cliff overlooking the burning remains of the warehouse. Rain soaked her hair. Her right arm was bandaged, her lips curled into a bitter smile. Casandra. She watched the flashing lights of the police cars fade into the distance, her eyes cold and unreadable. “You really thought I’d die that easily, Adrian?” she whispered, her voice carried away by the wind. “You should know me better than that.”

Cameron, Dante, and Lux accompany her as advisors and security. They arrive at the neutral location—an abandoned warehouse on unclaimed territory—to find Julian Blackfang already present. He's in his fifties, built like a fortress, radiating old-school alpha dominance. Beside him stands Raven. Cassandra Blackfang is beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way. Nineteen years old, dark hair, eyes that calculate threat assessments in seconds. She wears black leather marked with raven feathers and carries herself like someone who's never doubted her right to power.

No warriors were tipped off, and I knew Ezra somehow had that under control. Nova sashayed forward with dancer-like grace, her head held high, her long hair wild and unbound, trailing behind her. Her werecats followed, and my blood lit up at the sight. I was mesmerized by her. She seemed to radiate grace even from this distance. It was a struggle to turn away, but I had something I had to attend to while the place was about to erupt with activity. I hurried down the steps toward the new packhouse and listened outside the Alpha and Luna’s door. Only one person was inside, so I knocked sharply.