Chapter 2. Katrina.

"Wait! Luna Katrina, please wait!" A voice called out to me as I started up my car, ready to drive out of the pack house. I turned to see Beta Eden chasing after me, his face flushed from all his running. He stopped right in front of me and I tried to rein in all of my tumultuous emotions before I did something I would truly regret.

"What! Here to mock me once more!?" I snapped at him, ignoring the intense urge to hit him with my car. He would survive it though, After all, he was the strongest soldier in our pack... Well, what used to be my pack.

"We didn't know... I didn't know this was what the Alpha was planning." He started to say, breathing heavily, his voice tinged with guilt. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"But you knew about Emery and the pregnancy?" I questioned. He bit his lips, his gaze clouded over with guilt.

"When... When I found out. The deed had already been done. Lucas had promised to inform you in a more suitable way." He said, his voice laced with guilt.

"And this was the format he chose?" I snickered, blinking back tears. He lowered his gaze to the ground, his hand clasped behind his back.

"I'm truly sorry, Katrina. I truly did not intend for this to happen." He muttered.

"Well, it has and as you can see, I'm no longer a member of this pack. You all have a great day." I threw at him and drove off, my car leaving a trail of dust behind. Good fucking riddance.

I didn't know where I was driving to, all I knew was that I was driving far away, far away from where they could ever hurt me. Fortunately, I had grown numb and my tears had stopped flowing too. Sadly, my brain chose it at that perfect time to remind me of all the memories of the past, the first time i met with Lucas. It had been love at first sight. He was the son of a unruly Alpha who had led his pack to ruin and they were on the verge of being tagged as rogues and getting killed off.

Though my former pack wasn't huge as well, I had come from a long line of special werewolves and were fully respected. He had saved me from an attack from rogues. Sadly, it was the same rogue attack that killed my parents and most of my people. Left with no where else to go, I had decided to build a life with my savior and things had been smooth sailing from there. Though we weren't originally mates, we had bonded and it was successful. For years we toiled, bringing his pack from a place of ruin and raising them so high and worthy of respect. Ten good years of diplomatic relations with other packs, of resolving conflicts and deepening relationships with members of the pack.

But it wasn't enough, as Lucas had wanted a child, an heir. And while it seemed like a good idea to have one, for some reason none was forthcoming. No matter what I did, all my pregnancy tests were negative. Worry quickly set but Lucas always assured me that we would have a child of our own. And foolishly I believed him and continued with all those dreadful tests. Well, now that Emery was pregnant for him, he didn't see any reason to keep hiding it from me.

I chuckled, feeling tears cloud my eyes but I blinked it back. I wasn't going to cry for him or anyone ever again. He already did want he wanted to do. Now it's time for me to do what I want to do. Finally focusing on the road ahead of me, I realized it was already late in the evening and my fuel tank was running low. I also hadn't eaten all day and my stomach was beginning to growl loudly. Despite everything that had happened, I still needed to nourish my body. I tried to reach for my wolf but it seemed she has gone mute. It was better that way, i didn't want her to clouding my thoughts.

Stopping at the gas station, I went ahead to refill my car with it's much needed petrol while I watched people walk in and out of a pub opposite the road. I could remember the last time I had ever gone out for a drink or fun in general mostly because I was trying to manage a pack and get pregnant at the same time. Well, I had been disposed of that title so now it meant I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted. Once my tank was filled up, I drove my car to the other end of the road and parked it there. Other than my wallet and car keys, I had nothing else with me. I had foolishly left everything behind at the pack house. Now I would have to build myself from the scratch.

I entered to the pub, immediately assaulted by the scent of alcohol, perfume and of course, greasy food. My stomach growled loudly once more, and I ambled to the counter, seating down on the empty chairs and placed myself an order.

"A shot of martini please." I muttered, grabbing my pounding head. Unsure if the bartender heard me, I looked up at him but he was already pushing a shot of martini my way even as he yelled an order to the chef inside. Taking a sip from the glass, I grimaced as the bitter liquid made it's way down my throat. Drinking on an empty stomach was always a bad idea but I couldn't care about that now. All I wanted was to get drunk.

I downed it all in one go and requested for another. And another. Till there was a light buzz in my head and my body started to feel strangely light. Only then did I allow myself to look around and try to figure out where I was. The good thing? Most people here were engrossed with themselves, talking to whoever it is they came with, dancing on the small space and engaging it whatever the saw fit. All in all, they were all happy and it made me jealous. I quickly averted my gaze and caught a couple others staring strangely at me.

Even though I didn't look my best, it didn't stop from me recieving stares from men who probably found me attractive in my less than ideal dress. I frowned, looking away from them as I requested another shot of martini. I didn't come here to get railed, I came here to drink all of my sorrows away. I looked through my phone, noticing there had been notable missed calls from people who genuinely respected me but other than that, nothing. A wave of bitterness washed over me and I found myself downing the entire glass in one go, groaning as the alcohol burnt it's way down my throat. Damn every single one of them!

Feeling woozy, I threaded my gaze across the room, getting ready to leave when my gaze landed on someone sitting at the far corner in the pub, cloaked in the darkness with his emerald eyes shining through. My heart skipped a beat and my mouth immediately went dry. Though I couldn't see his face, he still had an effect on me from where he was. As if on cue, his unfocused gaze settled on me and a glimmer of awareness flickered through them. For a moment, all the noise in the pub drowned out and it was just me and the man in the darkness. My heart began to pound and my wolf began to grow restless.

All thoughts of not wanting to get railed tonight immediately evaporated. I needed to know who know who that man was.

Like, right now.