Novels by Cassie GW

MAXWELLWhenever Beatrice gets too close, my wolf Scar, stirs just a little. It’s not out of instinct or bond, but curiosity. She’s not my mate. I know that. Scar can't feel her wolf. But there’s something about her that doesn’t let me look away.She’s told me plenty about her daughter. It’s enough for me to believe that she truly loves that child more than anything in this world. That part, I respect. She’s a mother who would bleed, run, and beg just to protect her pup.That’s a woman worth admiring. But that’s not enough for me to fully trust her.She came from the enemy’s side and lied more than once. Still, I can’t ignore the way she carries herself. She’s the kind of woman who doesn’t flinch when I speak the truth. She’s smart and brave — the kind of person who sees more than what’s right in front of her and reacts accordingly.I like people like that even when they make things complicated. And Beatrice is nothing but complicated.She’s a puzzle — one I haven’t solved yet. Bu

BEATRICE“Mommy, I heard a voice in my head last night.”I freeze mid-step, the water bowl in my hands nearly slipping.Bailey’s sitting up on the bed. Her cheeks are flushed pink, but not from fever this time. Her eyes are glowing with something wild and new.“What did you say?” I ask, setting the bowl down slowly.She grins. “A voice. She said she’s my wolf. Her name is Lira and she’s mine forever.”I just stare at her for a second. How is this even possible?She’s only six years old. Wolves don’t wake up until at least twelve — sometimes later. It takes maturity, trauma, or bloodline power… She’s still just my baby.But the bond in her voice tells me it’s real.“Oh, Bailey,” I whisper, pulling her into my arms. “You’re special. So, so special.”This is more than early awakening. It’s so rare, some packs don’t even believe it’s real.It means Bailey is destined for more than just strength. It means she’s marked for leadership… maybe even rule. Early wolf awakenings like this only hap

ENZOHow the fuck is it this hard to track down one woman?I sent out almost half of our warriors… Still, nothing. All of them are useless.My Beta went sniffing around Rogue City, said he followed a lead, only to end up running into Lycans of all things. He didn’t even get to finish the damn search. The coward tucked his tail and left to avoid conflict, said he “didn’t want to cause problems.”Fucking pathetic.I’m in the war room, looking over another worthless report. Thalia walks in without so much as knocking.“You look pissed,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.“I am pissed,” I snap. “Weeks of searching and all I get is this bullshit?” I shove the paper across the table. “They can’t find one woman and a kid?”Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’re not going to like what I know, then.”I look up, narrowing my eyes. “What do you mean?”“I heard from someone in Rogue City. Someone who owes me,” she says smoothly. “They saw her. Beatrice. Just outside the southern market.”I

BEATRICEI’ve never hated being wrong this much.The doctor finishes checking Bailey over while Maxwell watches from the corner, silent as ever. I sit at the edge of the bed, barely breathing, eyes locked on my daughter’s face.“She’s alright,” the doctor finally says. “Her stomach’s just reacting to the change. New food, unfamiliar place — it’s just normal in kids. A little medicine and some rest, she’ll be fine.”I nod quickly, wiping at my eyes. “Thank you. Really, thank you.”She gives a small nod and packs up her things. Maxwell hasn’t moved.I spend the next hour tending to Bailey, cooling her forehead, making sure she takes the medicine, brushing her hair away from her damp cheeks. She’s still quiet, but she’s resting. Her breathing’s deeper and a lot easier now.When I finally look up, Maxwell is still there. He’s still watching me take care of Bailey.I get to my feet slowly. “Thank you,” I say. “For sending the doctor.”He doesn’t respond.“And… I’m sorry,” I add, eyes drop

BEATRICEI never meant for her to grow up learning how to survive in cages.I sit on the edge of the bed, watching Bailey as she picks at a slice of warm bread, humming to herself like we’re not locked away in a room we didn’t choose.I don’t know how we ended up here — how running turned into this. She should be outside, laughing, chasing the wind, not comforting me like this is normal.“I’m okay, Mom,” she says gently. “As long as we’re together, we’ll figure it out. We always do.”Despite being captives, they feed us well, better than I expected. We’re not starved. Three meals a day, delivered like clockwork, and they’re… actually good. Every meal is hot, balanced, and flavorful.It’s not what I imagined. But that’s also the reason I haven’t fallen apart yet. At least my daughter doesn’t go hungry.Back home, we were taught that Lycans lived like savages — primitive, bloodthirsty things that tore through raw meat and howled at the sky. But here?Here, it almost feels normal. It’s

BEATRICEMaxwell doesn’t care who I am. He just thinks I’m dangerous.He justl stares at the bounty a moment longer, then tosses it onto the table like it’s nothing.“So,” he says, crossing his arms, “are you going to tell me what kind of spy you are, or should I keep guessing?”I blink. “What?”“Don’t play dumb,” he says flatly. “You’re clearly important. Alphas don’t put out bounties for nobodies.”“I’m not a spy,” I say through clenched teeth. “I told you — I was just trying to get my daughter to safety.”“Right. And that Alpha just happens to be scouring the continent for a random mother and child?” he scoffs. “You expect me to believe that?”“He’s not just any Alpha. He’s — ”I stop myself. No. I can’t say it. I won’t.Maxwell narrows his eyes at me, studying my hesitation like he’s piecing together a puzzle.“An executive, then?” he asks. “High rank? Elder? You’ve clearly got some pull.”“I’m not part of his pack,” I snap.He leans in slightly, voice lowering. “You either ran fro