Novel & Cerita Cassius Warrington

, shaking my hand with his. Jack: now its time for our all time winner!!!! He screams making me roll my eyes. I Dont want to see that fucker Williams face, not when he will have the huge grin of victory after what I did. I turn my face to the other side not letting myself to see that horrible expression. I Hear him removing his gloves off with a purr sound of the strap. Probably to remove his helmet which he was still wearing. Jack: whoa hooo.... !!!!!! Honey: lets give a huge round of applauds to our one and only CASSANDRA WILLIAMS!!!!! She screams top of her lungs and stadium is probably vibrating due to those screams and claps.

"Casey, love, it's Katie. I'm going to come and inject this now. Okay, I know we've been going cold turkey and you've done so well, sweetheart but your cutting into your skin with your nails and I need to clean, then okay, I need you to relax for me" "Don't fucking touch me. You've done enough. Don't come near me," she Yells over all the noise here. There's another female who approaches the door and I recognise her from the funeral held for Oliver. She was in a wheelchair with no leg though and I believe she's got a prosthetic one now. "Casey?" She whispers over the noise. It's soft and sweet. "I told you, okay, I told you I don't have nothing Just let me go" Casey's voice is hoarse and brok

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,

Let her be there. A quiet sigh escaped my lips as my hand fell back to my side. The creak of the door pulled me from my thoughts. "I'm ready." I turned. Cassius stood framed in the doorway, the light from the hall window sculpting the planes of his face, igniting a new, unfamiliar hope in his brilliant blue eyes. He had tied his jet-black hair back, but a few rebellious strands had already escaped to frame his face. He was a study in black—new boots, trousers secured by a leather belt, and a simple shirt, all worn beneath his ever-present cloak. The silver hilt of his sword was a stark slash against the dark fabric.