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Stopping, I feigned exhaustion and huffed as if I was catching my breath even though my heart was barely going faster than normal. “Millie, I’m gonna get you!” I sang. My heart leaped with glee when I heard her thrilling laughter. She had no idea that I could hear her every single movement. She hadn’t yet been educated to the abilities of werewolves. She wasn’t of age yet to learn about that. “No, Cassie!” She squeaked, taking a running leap over a sofa cushion which was strangely lying on the floor and heading further down the living room area. I followed right on her heels, moving slowly.

The exhilarated teenagers all reacted to her. The teens ranged from the age of fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen upward. Also, there were adults among them but a few of them were in college now. "And where is Cassandra?" Gabrielle asked next, they had gotten to the spacious living room. "I'm here!!!" Cassandra squeals excitedly as she sprints down the stairs. Gabrielle disentangled from the teenagers, and she went to give Cassandra a soft yet slight hug. "I applauded you, Cassy, you are truly taking good care of these people!" Gabrielle praised her best friend while glancing at the teens who were grinning particularly at her.

"Cassie Malloy!" A woman's loud voice made Cassie look back reflexively and immediately waved her hand excitedly. The thirty-two-year-old woman then turned around and walked hastily to her old friend, who for several years had disappeared from the entertainment world who had both catapulted their names.

Tara asked, looking like a wounded kitten. “You haven’t. And now is not the time to start.” She couldn’t figure out how else to warn her that they needed to act like grownups. She figured Tara was probably only seventeen, maybe eighteen, and she knew that Dax was nineteen. Cassidy had recently come to respect the fact that she was just a punk kid herself and that she didn’t know what she didn’t know--until it was scratching her on the arm, changing her life forever.

Chapter1 Cassie paced around her room, unable to contain her excitement. Tonight was the night of her eighteenth birthday, the night she would finally meet her mate. As a werewolf, Cassie had been waiting for this moment her entire life, dreaming of the perfect mate who would complete her and make her feel whole. She had spent hours getting ready, carefully choosing her outfit and applying her makeup. Her long brown hair was curled and cascaded down her back in loose waves. She wore a tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty.

Standing there was Cassie Miner Andrew and Casandra's younger sister. "Oh my darling babygirl." Elena said walked up to give her daughter a hug. Cassie hugged her back. Cassie smiled in excitement as she acknowledge every single person at the table. Cassie was 26 years old the same age as my sister Rose. Cassie was a vision of youthful beauty that caught the eye of everyone around her. Her features were delicate and perfectly proportioned: a pert nose, a small but slightly pouty mouth, and high cheekbones that gave her face a sculpted, Her skin was milky white and near-perfect, unblemished and smooth as marble.

Grace had only been there a few times, it was the Turner family’s archive now, full of journals, letters, scrapbooks, even childhood toys carefully stored in labeled boxes. Cassie moved to a far corner and opened a wooden chest. The hinges creaked gently. Inside was a single, leather-bound journal. She handed it to Grace. “I never meant to share this.” Grace took it carefully. The name scrawled across the first page surprised her. “To the Fire I Couldn’t Carry.” They sat on a blanket by the window, sunlight painting gold across their knees. Cassie began to speak. “When I was twenty, before I met your grandfather… I fell in love.”

“Emily is such a darling child. How old is she now?” Cassie blinked. The question was harmless enough but sudden. She steadied her voice and said simply... “She's three. She will be four soon. ” “Oh, how precious,” Mrs. Beaumont cooed, her eyes glinting as they flicked toward Lydia before returning to Cassie. “Children are such blessings, aren’t they? Such… legacies.” She mused again, her gaze drifting to Emily and back to Cassie now. “Remarkable. Truly remarkable. To juggle both service and motherhood. You must be quite… resourceful.”

At least this was what in her thoughts that was going for a long time now as time passes by. Tears formed at the women eyes as her introduction line up and on beside her when a pop up and big characters appeared. When her introduction was invisible next to her, a pool of water appeared at the Sotiras and Heroes feet while Cassie kept crying but still stubbornly look at Kate, wanting to get an answer for her question that desperately needed a response immediately to calm her agitated heart right now. Name: Cassie Ver Age: 32 years old Status: Married Children: 8 kids, 1 college student

15 years ago It was late at night, and Cassie was in her room balcony, with her long red-hair in a cute braid, with a party dress on. Looking down to the guests that were arriving at her mansion to celebrate Cassie’s seventh birthday. Cassie used to think that the world was magic. That her life was one long party that never ended. She used to think her parents gave her everything. She never asked where it came from, though. She loved her family dearly. She loved how she had gotten the same red-hair as her dad and jade-green eyes like her mom.