Novel & Cerita Cassandra Wolfe

Standing on the green hillside, Cassandra wore a matching pink-and-white collared polo and skirt set, hair pulled into a ponytail, the whole look landing somewhere between sweet and athletic. Combined with that hole in one, she'd instantly become the club's biggest attraction. Wren and Danielle followed Julian over. "Julian, you know her?" Wren asked, curious. "I do." Julian nodded. "Cassandra. High school classmate. Runs design at Cross Group now." "That young and already a department head!" Wren looked genuinely impressed. "And a hole in one at her age, on top of that." Danielle nudged Wren's shoulder. "Incredible. Incredible!" Wren gave Cassandra a string of thumbs up.

I stood frozen on the ridge, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs, watching the impossible geometry of his movement. Beside him, Eleanor Wolfe stood as a pillar of ancient, terrifying composure. Her silver hair was untouched by the desert grit, and the leather-bound book in her hands—the Wolfe Ledger of Intent—looked like a heavy, dark anchor. She wasn't a ghost; she was the architect who had never left the room. "Stop, Grace," Julian whispered, his hand catching my shoulder. "Look at his shadow."

My craving for her should’ve consumed me – it was in my nature to want to taste her – but my desire to make things right with her overpowered every other lustful craving. “What happened to her?” Corrine asked. I ignored the witch and flipped Sofia’s motionless body over so that she was lying face down on the bed. She made no attempts to stop me when I began ripping the back of her dress open. The sight of her back was revolting to look at. Vampire claws ran the length of her back with deep cuts. I wondered to myself how someone as fragile as her could sustain such a wound without complaining about the pain. “Who did this to you, Sofia? Who killed Gwen?!”

Her eyes darkened, her pain reflected, Everything just seemed to hit at once. And for the first time since our vows were forced upon us, I watched her break. Her hands shook, her breath caught, and though she tried to stay proud, her tears finally fell. And I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. Could only watch the woman I thought unbreakable unravel right in front of me. The woman who defied me at every turn, who stood tall even when the pack turned their backs, who looked me in the eye when every other wolf bowed theirs, she was unraveling. Right here. In front of me.

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

Camila's P.O.V The smell of waffles filled the kitchen as I sipped my coffee by the island. I had woken up once my alarm went off at 4:30 a.m, I went about with my regular morning exercise, journaling and meditation. I had to find at least some peace of mind in a world full of power.

her wolf answered. There are traces of fatigue on her face. She tried to stand up again, and this time she did it successfully. When Cassandra looked around, she saw that they were only three remained in the ring. Two werewolves and one vampire. Slowly, she walked towards them. The black wolf glanced at her and nodded his head, which Cassandra did the same. They started circling their prey. With the black wolf's signal, they attacked the vampire. Cassandra jumped on his right while the black one jumped on his left. She got punched, but the vampire couldn't dodge the black wolf's bite. It gave him a fatal blow. The vampire tried to stand, but he had no strength left. Slowly the mark disappear

She leaned closer, her wolf’s presence pressing down on me so hard it felt like my very bones quivered. I couldn’t speak. My mouth opened, but fear clenched my throat like iron. --- (Cassandra's POV) I stood on the upper landing, my hands resting on the polished wooden railing. The light from the grand hall glinted off my silver accessories. From this perch, I could see everything below. And what a pitiful sight it was. Elara Rivers. Once the shining star of the Ocean City Werewolf Academy. The werewolf who had outshone me in every single way during our early years. Combat, politics, ceremonial grace—her talents had been endless.

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,

Maybe after that, she would go and see the Alpha. In the halls that led to Xavier's chambers, Cassandra was still on the floor struggling a bit. She was a wolf but her healing was usually delayed because she was a hybrid. A half wolf and half witch. Her witch powers was the one she focused more on thus she was more of a witch than a werewolf. The pain subsided a bit and she could stand. She wondered why Xavier hasn't come out of his room by now. He should at least come out and see the pain she was going through right now.