Chapter 33

September 4^th - two-and-a-half months before Cato becomes Alpha

Ella’s point of view

When 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