KATHERINEWhen we arrived at the pack grounds, I wasted no time slipping out of Bryson’s car. The rain had soaked me thoroughly, but I was too on edge to care. I kept my head down, moving swiftly past the parking lot toward the entrance, my thoughts a jumble. Bryson didn’t say anything as I left, just watched me retreat. Once inside, I shut the door firmly and leaned against it, my pulse racing. The storm outside had picked up, the rain hammering against the windows, but all I could hear was the rush of blood in my ears- the adrenaline..I made my way to the bathroom, peeling off my wet clothes and stepping into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the tension, the cold, and the anxiety that had been eating at me since I’d followed Bryson. For a few moments, I just stood there, letting the water soothe me.Afterward, I wrapped myself in a towel and collapsed onto my bed, feeling utterly drained. My mind wouldn’t stop racing, replaying the events of the night. I
KATHERINE ~DAYS LATER~I hadn't intended to go on a walk, let alone drag Bryson out of bed for it, but somehow, I had convinced him—or rather, forced him—to accompany me. His mood was less than pleasant, but I couldn’t say I blamed him.Bryson, who had been silent for most of the walk, finally spoke up, his tone half-joking but still laced with frustration. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to hug you or shove you off a bridge.”I glanced over at him, catching the faint scowl on his face.“Can I pick?” I replied, grinning as I gave him a playful nudge. He didn’t respond immediately, but the scowl softened into a smirk. I knew I was getting to him. “Shoving you off a bridge sounds appealing right about now.”I chuckled. “I’ll tell you, though—jail is no fun.”That got his attention. His eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to figure out if I was serious or not. “You’ve been to jail?”I winked. “Once. In Monopoly.”Bryson groaned but couldn’t help the laughter that escaped h
KATHERINE Today...As I stood at my window, watching Derek and Eva walk back toward the pack house, I could barely make out the subtle shifts in their body language. Derek had just finished speaking with Seline outside—again—and though I hadn’t been able to hear their conversation, the swollen, disappointed expression on Seline’s face told me everything I needed to know. She had probably tried to apologize, to make amends, and beg for Derek’s forgiveness. It wasn’t the first time. In fact, it seemed to be a regular occurrence these days, and it never ended well for her.Seline had that look about her—the kind of raw vulnerability and desperation that clung to a person when they were trying too hard to mend something that was already broken. She’d thrown herself into trying to get Derek back, but it was obvious he wasn’t giving her what she wanted. Not today, and maybe not ever. I didn’t know exactly how their conversation ended, but seeing Derek walk away from her so calmly and w
KATHERINE The first letter from Seline sat untouched on my dresser for most of the day, I’d found it slipped under my door early that morning, a small white envelope with my name scribbled hastily on the front. The neatness of the writing felt strange, considering the thing between us lately. I had half-expected her to confront me in person, not leave a letter like we were still playing at some civilized interaction.For hours, I had avoided it. I couldn’t imagine what Seline wanted to say, and frankly, I didn’t care. After everything that had happened between us—her glares, her confrontations, the insults—I had no desire to entertain any more of her mind games. So I let the letter sit, ignored, while I busied myself with other things.By evening, I had all but forgotten about it until a second letter appeared, this one slid under the door with more urgency. It caught my attention immediately, mostly because of the hour. It was late—too late for Seline to still be up to whatever it
Third Person's Pov:Katherine stood at the edge of the kitchen, her fingers lightly brushing the surface of the countertop as she gazed absently out the window. The late afternoon light filtered in, casting a golden glow across the room, but her mind was far from the picturesque scene outside.Bryson.The thought of him drifted through her mind like a breeze. Calm. Easy. When she had asked him for a ride earlier that day, he hadn’t hesitated, hadn’t asked questions. Just... accepted. They had hidden from Derek together, and it had felt natural in a way. The easygoing silence between them hadn’t felt awkward. Bryson never pushed her too hard, never questioned her decisions. He gave her space, and maybe that was why she had gravitated toward him in the first place. His relaxed demeanor had always been a stark contrast to Derek’s intensity.But that’s what made the entire situation so confusing.With Bryson, things were comfortable. She knew what to expect, could almost predict his next
KATHERINE I had lied to Derek before. Little white lies, mostly. Harmless, or so I told myself. But this time felt different. Maybe it was because I could still feel his gaze on me as I left the house, or maybe it was because I was starting to question myself. Either way, when I told him that Eva didn’t know much about what to buy in the market and that I’d accompany her, I knew it wasn’t entirely true. Eva was perfectly capable of running errands without me tagging along. Still, I had needed an excuse to get out. To clear my head. And following Eva had seemed like the perfect opportunity.The market was busy as usual, the air filled with the scent of fresh produce, baked bread, and the low hum of chatter. I stayed a few steps behind Eva, my mind wandering as I watched her navigate the crowded streets. For a moment, I found myself thinking about the conversation George and I had earlier. About taking risks and being honest with myself. Was I really being honest with anyone? With De
KATHERINE “Who’s in my pack?” Derek’s voice came from behind me, startling me. I hadn’t even heard him approach, but there he was, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on me.I almost flinched, my heart racing as I turned to face him. How long had he been standing there? How much had he overheard?“It’s... it’s Xavier,” I stammered, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach as I spoke. “He’s here.”Derek’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at me with those intense eyes of his, as if he was piecing everything together. Finally, he let out a long breath.“And you didn’t think to tell me right away?”“I... I wasn’t sure,” I admitted. “I didn’t know what he was here for. I didn’t want to make things worse.”Derek’s gaze softened, just slightly, but his tone was firm. “You should’ve come to me. Xavier being here isn’t something to ignore. I’ll tell my men to find him and chase him out of the territory.” He paused, his eyes scanning me from he
KATHERINE The next morning, I woke early, the guilt from the previous day on me so I didn't sleep much, as I have been thinking about George and how careless I’d been. Even after Derek’s reassurance, needed to see George, to make sure he was okay.I slipped out of bed and made my way through the quiet hallways of the pack house, my footsteps barely making a sound on the cold floor. The pack was still mostly asleep, and the early morning air was crisp as it flowed through the open windows. As I wanted to go to the infirmary, where George had been resting, I heard something strange—the clinking of dishes from the dining room.It was odd. Derek rarely ate this early, and most of the pack was still fast asleep. Curiosity got the better of me, and instead of continuing to the infirmary, I turned toward the dining room. The sound of muffled voices reached my ears as I got closer, and a strange feeling settled in my stomach. I wasn’t sure why, but something about the situation felt off.P