Novel & Cerita Cassia Hunger Games

Rose charged toward her with a knife. I moved instantly. But before he could reach her, My mate grabbed a metal pipe and slammed it across Rose's face with terrifying force. Rose crashed to the ground unconscious. I stopped My warriors behind me stared in complete shock. Jessica turned slowly, breathing hard. Her eyes met my glowing ones. For a moment, silence filled the warehouse. Then she frowned. “What took you so long?"I blinked. One of the Rose warriors groaned from the floor. “She’s insane…” he whimpered. “She beat all of us…”

CHAPTER 22 CASSIAN'S POV My fingers are wrapped tightly around my glass of whiskey, as I bring it to my lips. That is the only thing that seems to keep me sane at this point. I am thinking about more than enough. And it is enough to make me run mad at the same time. There are almost a hundred files waiting for me on the table, and I cannot bring myself to even go through them. My mind is still worried about everything that is happening with Nova. The ladies of the pack are not even hiding their level of disgust towards her. They do not like her.

For once, the place doesn’t feel like it’s pressing on my lungs. We’re playing chess on the marble table, sunlight warming my skin, and Mia complaining dramatically every time I take one of her pieces. I’m about to checkmate her when the sound of an engine cuts through the calm. A sleek white car glides through the gate and stops right in front of us. My stomach drops. The door opens. It’s Cassia-the high‑ranking court lady, arrogant, sharp, and always looking like she smells something unpleasant. Her cold eyes sweep the compound, land on me, and narrow.

Her lunar mark pulses, and she traces the map’s starlight etchings, pointing to a glow beyond the plain, her courage a spark that fuels my resolve. Cassia’s aura blazes, her voice fierce but soft. “You’re pushing too hard, Lena. I see it—your hand.” Her eyes lock on my fist, silver blood staining my sleeve, and my heart catches, her fire a beacon I can’t hide from. I shake my head, forcing a smile. “I’m fine, Cassia. We keep moving.”

Looks like death is the only rightful payment for Cassie’s sins. “Death by fire! Death by fire!” everyone chanted. “So, the people have spoken,” Adrian concluded. “I hereby sentence Cassandra “Cassie” Williams of the Moon Valley Pack, to death by fire!” Cassie remained stoic. With her chin tilted up, she faced everyone with courage. The warriors walked toward her and dragged her to the center of the pack grounds where a metal pole was standing.

Aurelia’s POV I managed to put together lunch, though Cassia barely touched hers. She kept tapping her nails on the table, glancing at the clock every two minutes. “Cass, relax,” I said, pouring her a drink. “You’ve met his parents before.” “I know,” she groaned, pushing her plate away. “But for some reason, I’m having this weird anxiety attack. Like I forgot how to breathe properly.” I smiled. “That’s unlike you.”

“You’ll have full function back by the next moon. Just don’t pick any more fights with alphas twice your weight.” “Noted,” Lyla says. She flexes her fingers, testing the new bandage. “Thank you.” Cassie packs up, stands, and leans against the table. “You want to know why I came?” “I assume it wasn’t for my sparkling personality,” Lyla says. Cassie gives her a look. “You’re the one they’re after, aren’t you?” Silence falls so fast it rings in my ears. Cassie’s eyes narrow. “The one fighting for the Slaver tributes.”

At the far end, a fireplace roared like a caged beast, casting dancing shadows over oil portraits of Drevanes who looked like they’d strangled rivals for using the wrong fork. Welcome to the Hunger Games, if the tributes were forced to eat truffle foam with a gold spoon. The butler bowed. “Mademoiselle Veyron.” All eyes snapped to me. Showtime, Selene. I pasted on Selene’s vacant smile—the one she used when ignoring servants—and glided forward. Inside, my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped sparrow. Don’t trip. Don’t blink. Don’t breathe too loudly. Cassian sat at the head of the table, all sharp angles and storm clouds. He didn’t look up from his tablet, but I felt his gaze like a

Giovanni said firmly as he walked near Luperca and kissed his son. The sun is bright, Cassandra smiled in front of the mirror, there's a celebration or program on their school that's why it just fine even she didn't wear her uniform, she choose one of her favorite dress the one with white stripes, she's still looking beautiful after wearing it. But then her smile slowly fade when her eyes see again the scars on the back of her shoulder. Katniss her mother told her that it's just a scars she get during the trouble in their old home town, but still everytime she's touching it, it's like there a sudden stabbed in her heart that she can't explain nor understand. But then, since she doesn't remem

Lillieth didn’t look at who’d spoken. She knew the voice. Cassia. Cassia was twenty and gorgeous in that bright, attention-seeking way. Honey-brown hair, tanned skin, curves she made obvious in whatever she wore. Laughter like bells—if bells could cut. She had a talent for getting too close to Draven whenever he walked past. She also had a talent for elbowing Lillieth into things. “I remember last time,” Cassia went on, loud enough for the whole kitchen to hear. “Such a scene. You crying on your knees like a kicked pup.”