Cassandra Wolfe Novels & Stories

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

And then, she saw Cassandra. Cassandra Reyes stood near the entrance, a vision in a sleek, black gown that clung to her every curve, her dark hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo. She was surrounded by a small group of executives, her laughter ringing out, confident and melodic. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, swept across the room, and for a fleeting moment, they landed on Isabelle. A faint, almost imperceptible flicker of surprise, then a narrowing of her gaze, a subtle tightening of her smile. The silent challenge was clear.

Cassandra smirked, strolling casually into the room and walking around the edges, trailing her hands along the wall as she did so. “Because that's what you fucking wolves do,” Ella suddenly snapped, “Anyone who isn’t like you, you fucking crush beneath your furry hides until they’ve either submitted to you completely or they’ve eradicated your kind from existence.” Cassandra stopped and tilted her chin arrogantly as she looked down her nose at her. “They do, don’t they.” She purred as she slowly moved a foot forward and kicked over one of the candles that had been so neatly arranged in a circle. She chuckled at the confused and angry expression on Ella’s face and smiled.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”

Cassian Wolfe didn’t get rattled. He made billion-dollar decisions before breakfast. Signed off on mergers that gutted empires. He walked through his world like a king in a city built to kneel. But that morning, as the glass elevator carried him to the top floor of Wolfe Enterprises, the silk ring of her perfume still clung to the inside of his jacket—and it bothered him. He didn’t know her name. Didn’t know where she went. Didn’t even know if Zara was real.

She was part of her mission, I have no option but to continue with her. "I really need to meet with her also, as the Personal Assistant of the missing wolf queen." I have to address Cassandra as missing because she was last seen with Eva at the hospital while they waited to hear from the doctor. No one ever saw her after that. What if I report her of being dead or something, I would be seen as being aware of how everything happened, including the non-existing moon goddess. No! That's not a secret to be revealed, let Douglas be the only one to know this. I trust him, he wouldn't let my secret spill.

She whipped around to face me, her eyes widening as she took in my stance. I watched helplessly as a wolf jumped up, it's target Cassandra, who was clearly not paying attention. But, as usual it seemed I had underestimated her. Cassandra immediately shifted back and whipped a hand out, the wolf was immediately paralysed mid-air, everything but it's eyes, which were wildly out of control as it realized the situation. She, now in human form stood infront of me, careful not to do anything that would cause the wolf to snap my neck.

he says. Samuel and Rachael come out of the car to answer the woman. Cassandra stands at 6’2ft with wavy brown hair. She wears a grey crop top exposing her smooth and flat belly. Her green eyes stares with confidence and her full lips announce its beauty. She looks into Samuel’s eyes, “You don’t smell like a vampire” she says. Samuel ignores her, “You are the alpha?” he asks her, “Yeah”. “I need you to take her with you. Protect her, keep her safe”

“It’s even more incredible than I’d imagined it would be, Kaleb.” As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t call her crazy this time, because I was just as insane as her. Raven had said there would never be a more perfect opportunity or idea to provoke Cassandra’s wolf spirit. She believed that the inferno and the burning were the keys Emmett Keller had used to seal Cassandra’s wolf. It was genius, really, to use her fear and trauma to lock away that vital key to her shifting, but we hadn’t known how to get it out of her. It wasn’t every day that one came across an opportunity for a fire big enough to elicit such a fear response, but this one had presented itself at the right moment.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.