Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

Cas tells us as we watch all the recon, she has on the big screen Raven has hooked up to her laptop. Cassandra Nickles is an ex-military/assassin who was married to Carlo for years. Now she's a highest bidder gets her services type of person who has done a job or to for us, and like Marquez, Carlo and a few others, she was a good friend to our family and our mother. "Where's Roman" Cas asks and all 1 do is point upstairs.

Wolves filed out with the careful haste of people who'd just been reminded that power had teeth, that their Supreme Alpha was not to be tested. Cassandra didn't leave. She stayed in her chair, hands flat on the table, staring at nothing with the hollow gaze of someone whose world had just shifted on its axis. The composure was gone entirely now. Not the elegant vulnerability she'd shown when Voss turned on her, that carefully controlled crack in the facade. Something deeper. Something broken that might never fully heal. I sat down across from her, folding my hands on the table. Waited, giving her the space to find her words.

I asked after another stretch of silence. "Something came up." "Does it have anything to do with this Cassandra she-wolf everyone seems to be so afraid of?" I asked. His body went rigid instantly as if I had just poured something disgusting over him. "Who told you about her?" he asked. "Um, I just overheard Sel and Cain talking about her. She seems to be some kind of tyrant. Is she also a ravager too?' "No," he said. "She is my..." Just as he was about to answer, Cain walked in. He was shirtless and was with a pantless Coco.

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

“You do. Or he thinks you do.” Kaden’s grip tightened. “He thinks you belong to him.” My wolf stirred, weak, uncertain, confused. Not running toward the call but not rejecting it either. Just trembling. A noise tore across the room, a choked gasp followed by a hard thud against the wall. Cassandra. She was on her knees near the Council platform, clutching her chest, eyes wide and wild. Tears streaked her cheeks without her permission. Her whole body shook, not from fear, but something twisted and cracked inside her.

The sign of belonging to the flock. After the bag of things was empty, she went to Luke and took the torch from him. The torch was powerful, on a long stick, but the elderly woman waved it confidently, setting fire to the stretcher. They blazed right away. The flames shot up, wrapping the body in a white shroud. The heat from the fire touched me, I miraculously suppressed the urge to retreat.

She shrugs nonchalantly, but the glimmer in her eyes tell a different story. "Oceanna's? The club at the end of the strip downtown?" "The one and only," She smiles triumphantly. "Fine, but nothing crazy!" She gives me a two-finger salute, and I roll my eyes walking across the hall to the bathroom. I turn on the water and pull my clothes off stepping into the warm jet falling in a small, round spray. I comb my fingers through my long, black hair, letting the water run down my face and shoulders. I wash off quick, anxious to get to work and be finished for the weekend. I step out onto our squishy bath mat, and dry off, wrapping a towel around my body. I decide not to put any makeup on since no

"I kept thinking about what we did to you, how we laughed and mocked you while your world fell apart. And I couldn't live with myself anymore." Vera moved closer, studying the she-wolf with careful attention. "What's your name?" "Cassandra." "Tell me the truth, Cassandra. Why are you really here?" Cassandra took a shaky breath. "I spent the last year infiltrating the traditionalist movement. When I heard Gregory talking about his plans to hurt you and your family, I knew I had to do something." "You've been spying on them for a year?" I asked. "Yes. I pretended to be sympathetic to their cause, let them think I agreed that omegas shouldn't have power and hybrids shouldn't lead packs." She pu

KYTHAN BLACKTHORNE — (Wolf: Vexan) I sat sipping my wine while trying to keep up with the boring party. I hated parties. I hated crowded halls and the noise and the performance of it — I was not where I wanted to be. Cassandra had expected a reaction when she dismissed Mandy — the woman I had brought purely to make a point that had apparently needed making. She had waited for me to defend her, to show some flicker of emotion about what Cassandra had said.

"Looking at your reaction, I'm sure your relationship isn't just a simple between boss and worker. There must be a special relationship between you two, right?" "Are you spying on me?" Cassandra hates her former boss to the bone. "It's easy for me to know the circumstances of your life. With my vast connections, many eyes and ears will tell me freely." Mr. Wolf said confidently. Cassandra exhaled her rough breath while thinking how to escape the clutches of her cunning former boss. "If you want to live in peace, then follow my orders!" Mr. Wolf passed away, his hand inserted into the pocket while laughing loudly, leaving Cassandra filled with anger.