July 20th - five months before Cato becomes Alpha
Cato’s point of view
Three weeks after my fight with Elias, my parents released me from house arrest. Jess, however, had lost her freedom permanently. She was an only child and since her first escapade with me, had been living under constant supervision. Returning home high and stinking of weed after our night in the woods only added fuel to the fire and a couple of days ago, they discovered I had been walking her to and from school and I received a text informing me her father would be escorting her instead. There was also a part about staying out of their daughter’s life and never speaking a word to her again, but that was irrelevant to me.
“How long is this going to last?” I asked as we lay on the grass in the playing fields.
It was fourth period and we were supposed to be in math class, but we’d much rather spend our time gazing at the drifting clouds
August 20th – four months before Cato becomes AlphaElla’s point of viewOver the next few weeks, Cato was a different kid. Every morning, he was up at 6 am going out for a run or heading to the base for extra training. He refused to miss a single one of Leo’s meetings and they spent hours in the office together, Leo teaching him everything there was to know.Even when I was fulfilling my duties as Luna in the factions, he accompanied me. He helped build houses, hand out supplies, care for the frail and I even got him changing a few diapers. The kids in the villages adored him, of course. They gathered in hoards for a high five and to ask Cato countless questions about being Alpha. He answered each one with patience and honesty, no matter how wild or vague. And his stamina for playing mind-numbing games like duck-duck-goose and eye-spy was unspeakable.We didn’t get a single call from the police station or school.
August 20thCato’s point of viewWhen school ended for summer, I dreaded not seeing Jessica all vacation. She was still grounded and wasn’t even allowed on runs unaccompanied. Fortunately, having grown up with strict parents all her life, she was an expert at sneaking out. We always met at the lake at sunset when her mother would be at work and her father would be cooking dinner. Far from the villages and shielded by thick forest, we could enjoy our time together in peace. But however much she protested, as the sky grew dark, I refused to let her walk home alone. Every time, I kissed her a few hundred yards from her house and crouched in the bushes, watching her until she had climbed safely back through her bedroom.One evening at around 7 o’clock, we lay in the branches of a tree. Her head was in my lap as she held my hand.“You’re so tanned,” she said, running a finger along my arm.“Because I&
August 22ndLeo’s point of viewI wandered through the base training camp with Mateo. Since the previous head of training retired, Mateo had taken charge of ensuring every wolf in this pack goes into adulthood able to fight, including Cato.“So we combined the female and male training. I figured segregation was unrealistic and while some men aren’t keen to fight the women, it’s already made a vast difference.”“Is that for the advanced women?”“They all have the option. Most of the beginners wait until they stand a chance. But some of these girls don’t take much training before they can kick the ass of a six-foot man. Stella women are fierce.”“They have Ella as their role model,” I said, “She’s done more for the women of this pack than she’ll ever know.”“Unfortunately, some men are taking longer to embrace the feminism. I
September 4th - two-and-a-half months before Cato becomes AlphaElla’s point of viewWhen Cato got home from school, he kissed my cheek, dumped his shoes and ran straight upstairs. I didn’t hear from him all evening until dinner, where he ate fast, washed the dishes and disappeared off again. As I was carrying Ana to bed, I passed the open door of the library. In the corner of my eye, I caught him standing in front of the shelves, running his fingers along the books.“Right, who are you and what have you done with my son?” I asked, “Since when have you been into reading?”He looked up, “I’m reading books about the pack.”I rearranged Ana into one arm as I reached up to the bookshelf.“Try this one next.”It was a book written by me fifteen years ago now. I’d created an extensive list of everything that needed to change in the pack and how I would work a
September 6thElla’s point of viewAt lunchtime on Sunday, I stirred the soup on the stove as Cato’s hand came swooping in once again. I slapped him away, and he gave me a disgruntled frown.“I don’t want your licked fingers in our lunch, Cato,” I snapped, “Plus, it’s boiling. You’ll burn yourself.”He groaned and leant against the counter, “I’m hungry, Mama.”“Maybe you’ll think twice about growing five inches in three months next time.”Cato now towered over me at 6 ft 4. He ate six full meals today and every time I saw him, he was bigger.As I turned off the stove, a light pair of footsteps came into the kitchen. It was Marie. She clutched her hands together and sidled up to me.“Mom, am I allowed a boyfriend?” she asked, looking up with large round eyes.“No,” Cato said immediately.Mari
September 7thCato’s point of viewAs I ate my dinner, I kept glancing over at Marie. She was unusually quiet and hadn’t looked up all mealtime.“How was your date, Marie?” I asked.Dad’s head snapped up. He looked silently from me to Marie, raising an eyebrow.“Playdate,” Mom said quickly.“With a boy…”“A boy?” Dad questioned, “Well, Marie. How was it?”She gave our Dad a meek smile.“It was nice.”“Is Teddy your boyfriend now?” I asked.Dad choked on his broccoli.“Boyfriend?”Mom put her hand on his and squeezed gently.“No,” Marie said.“Good,” Dad grunted, “And you’re too young to be going on dates.”“Leo, they hung at the park after school,” Mom said, “Totally harmless.”
September 8thCato’s point of viewAt lunch on Wednesday, I was sitting with Elias when Jess appeared, her eyes tearing up.“Cato, I need to talk to you,” she said, her voice shaking.I got straight to my feet and grabbed her hand. The cafeteria was crowded and noisy, so we walked down the hall. As we passed the girl’s bathroom, she paused and pulled me in.“In here,” she said.The room was empty, but I didn’t have long to admire the cleanliness compared to the boy’s before she bundled me into a stall.“Would the playing fields have sufficed?” I asked, standing less than a foot away from her in the tiny space.She shook her head and sat on the lid of the toilet, running her hands through her hair.“I’ve missed my period, Cato,” she said.As I processed her words, I fixated my eyes on her.“I’m a week late an
September 11thCato’s point of viewThat weekend, it was Jessica’s 17th birthday. It, unfortunately, fell on a Saturday, meaning seeing her wouldn’t be as easy as a school day. She was still strictly forbidden from seeing me, but that wouldn’t stop me. From the grocery store, I bought the reddest strawberries I could find, chocolates and a bag of carrot flavoured chips (her favourite bizarrely).It was early September and just about warm enough for a midnight picnic, so I grabbed candles and a flashlight from the basement before raiding my parents’ wine collection. As I picked up a bottle, the light to the basement flickered on. I tucked the bottle behind my back and smiled innocently at my Dad who was standing at the top of the basement stairs.“What are you doing?”“Uh... it’s Jess’s birthday and I’m taking her out for a picnic so I needed candles and a flashlight,&rdquo