Blackwatch Cassidy Novels & Stories

The shadows of the trees swayed gently under the faint moonlight, but the sight offered no solace. "Is he here?" I asked through the mindlink, my voice sharp with impatience. “Yes, Alpha,” came Blake’s reply. I exhaled, my shoulders stiff with tension. The faint hum of Cassie’s shallow breathing was the only thing grounding me in the room. I turned my gaze back to her frail form on the bed. The mark I had placed on her neck glowed faintly against her pale skin, a stark reminder of the mistake I had made. The pack doctor moved quietly around the room, adjusting the IV fluids attached to her arm. Aunty Emily sat close by, her hands clasped tightly as if in prayer. Everyone seemed on edge, wait

She was wearing the deep green and her hair was up and the mate mark at her neck was visible and she walked toward us with the unhurried directness she carried everywhere and looked at Kaden with clear grey eyes. "Alpha Kaden," she said. "I am Cassandra. I understand your territory borders the Velden pack." Kaden looked at her for a moment. "It does," he said. "Then you felt the Velden binding break last week," she said. "We all felt it," he said carefully. "Some more clearly than others." "What did it feel like from your side of the border?" she said.

She looks like she’s sleeping. Taking out the vial, I reach for Cassia's head and lift her into my arms. Her face is pallid and gray. I’m about to uncover the vial’s cap when a large explosion resounds around the room. Dirt and gravel rain down as the walls burst from the power of the explosion.

By the time I burst through the glass doors of the residential building, she was already fifty yards ahead of me, marching straight toward the central campus quad. The courtyard was packed with hundreds of students heading to their morning lectures. And right in the center of the main quad, leaning casually against a stone pillar, was Killian Blackwood. He was wearing his heavy leather motorcycle jacket, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he talked to Jason Jax. He looked entirely unaffected by the lack of sleep, his dark hair messy, his cold gaze scanning the passing crowds with complete detachment. "Blackwood!" Winter’s voice boomed across the space , cutting straight through the lo

By noon, it was time for the final strategy alignment at the Hawthorne Pack Dominion Hall. Cassidy spent an hour in the mirror room, slipping into a tight, backless dress that highlighted her lower-ranking wolf mark, painting her lips in crimson dye. When we reached the transport bay, she looked down her nose at my plain white BMW Z4. "I can't believe an unranked human drives an executive vehicle," Cassidy sneered, sliding her tight frame into the leather passenger seat. "Which pack officer did you have to spread your legs for to get this car?" I started the engine, keeping my hands firm on the steering wheel, completely ignoring her insult as I drove us out of the Ashbourne gates toward the

Dylan turned around, gasping, and stood with help. “How are you? Can you hold on?” he asked. “Of course,” they replied. Cassidy shouted anxiously, “Nardy! Noel! Mommy!” Cassidy ran towards them. A smile briefly appeared on Dylan’s face, but it quickly faded as a car came hurtling towards them in the distance. “Cassidy!” Cassidy was paralyzed, illuminated by the car lights, her pupils contracting violently. The car approached rapidly, but a powerful force pushed her away just in time. Before the car struck Dylan and flung him away like an unstrung kite, she caught a brief glimpse of his wounded face.

“Any body would . Did you see the men he came with,did you see the cross bow , he has a bandit of all supernaturals.” Cassie would have easily agreed to everything Caleb said —thepart that a man like Kamal should be on their side rather than against—butnow she couldn't them having to work for him and be the one doing the hunting down of the other White wolf even he is rumoured to be a part of the blood moon pack. And it wasn’t because she didn't fear his arsenal of weapon and the fact that he was also an alpha ,she just felt it doesn't seem right. She could feel headache already blooming around her cranium . “let us just get this over with”

"Cassidy." "I know." "Cassidy Eloise Lane. " "I know, Avery." "You drunkenly married Damien Blackwood." "Yes." "The Damien Blackwood." "Yes." "The one Tristan has talked about at every family dinner for three years." "Yes." "The one Tristan once called, and I quote, the most powerful man under forty in American business. " "Yes." "The one whose holiday party Tristan has been systematically excluded from — " "Avery." "Sorry. Sorry. I am processing. Give me one second."

The targeting lasers locked solid on Alexander's pristine white suit. Mara watched the red dots converge. The air pressure in the silo dropped so rapidly her ears popped. Time seemed to fracture, slowing down into agonizing, disjointed frames. If Alexander died here, the Blackwell legacy of blood would be complete. Ethan would cross a psychological threshold he could never return from, fully cementing the sociopath his parents designed him to be. But it was the words blazing on the terminal screen that still echoed in her mind. *SELECTION ORIGIN: CASSANDRA VALE. DATE: SEVEN YEARS AGO.*

Instead, she glanced back at Steven's body, "In that case it shouldn't sound so surprising to you that I need to eat. It's been almost two decades since I last had a meal." "I have a fridge filled with blood bags. O negative. Just the ones you love." Kyle replied, flashing her a warm smile. Cassidy still didn't take his hand as she walked ahead of him. With a small smile, the man retracted his hand and placed both behind his back as he walked alongside her. "I don't want blood bags, Kyle. I need to feed from a living human. Someone who's heart pumps warm blood. And since I know you won't let me do that to any of your pack members, I'll gladly go to New Jersey." She said and disappeared.