September 6th
Ella’s point of view
At 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
September 12thCato’s point of viewIt was only three hours before daylight woke me. The sky was as clear and the sun glared through the window.I looked around.Jessica’s room.I looked down.Jessica in my arms.I listened.Footsteps coming along the hall.Shit.“Jess,” I said, shaking her.But it was too late. The handle of her bedroom door twisted before she finished her sleepy murmur.And soon enough, I was eye to eye with her father.There were a few seconds between seeing me and it sinking in. His eyes then snapped to Jess as veins throbbed in his forehead.“Jessica,” he growled.Her eyes fluttered open as she murmured. But when the sight of her Dad had sunk in, she scrambled up, her chest rising as her mouth opened.“Oh Dad...”“Is one of you going to explain?”
September 12thLeo’s point of viewThe front door slammed. Cato.I left my office and came into the hall where I found him, angrily flinging off his shoes.“How did it go?” I asked.“It was the best night of my life. Then her Dad found me in her room this morning and lost his shit.”He kept his head down as he passed me to the stairs. I put my hand in front of him and grabbed his chin, lifting his head. Around his eye was a dark, swollen bruise.I clenched my jaw.“Did he do that to you?”Cato nodded, “Hehatesme.”“And what did you do?”“I shoved him, but then I had to leave. I didn’t trust myself to do anything without losing it.”I nodded. I was glad to see Cato had control, but I can’t let someone hurt and disrespect my son and get away with it.“Leave this with me
September 12thJess’s point of viewMy father came back into the kitchen, nursing his throat.“The Alpha’s message was clear,” he said.My heart leapt.“We either stay here and allow Cato Loren to lead you further astray or start a new life somewhere else.”My heart sank again.“What?” I asked.“Pack your things, Jess. We leave this evening.”“I don’t want to leave,” I protested. “This is our home, our pack. Where would we go?”“Anywhere without Cato will do.”My mouth opened as I turned pleadingly to my mother.“Mom?”She sighed, “Cato is nothing but trouble, Jess. Your father’s right. We can’t disobey the Alpha, but we also have duties as your parents. So we don’t have a choice.”“Mom, Dad, please,” I begged, tears falli
September 12thCato’s point of viewI stood underneath Elias’s window, throwing tiny pebbles at the glass. The light flickered on and his face appeared.“What do you want?” he whispered, after opening the window a crack.I lifted the bottle of whiskey and his face lit up. He climbed onto the window ledge, scaling down the gutter and swinging from a tree to the ground.“Where did you get that?” he asked as I swigged the whiskey and handed him the bottle.“My basement. Ana was having a tantrum. It was too easy to sneak down there, grab this, and get here. Our uncles also came over earlier and I snuck a joint from Marco’s jacket.”He took a drink of the whiskey and grimaced, “Strong.”“Just what I need tonight. Jess left.”“She left?”“Her family has left the pack. I’ve lost her.”Elias handed
September 13thLeo’s point of viewI sat in Cato’s room for half an hour. He’d passed out, but I put a bucket by his bed, laid his covers over him, and sat beside him stroking his hair. I was unwilling to leave him like this, but Madeleine’s face stuck in my mind. She’d be awake, no doubt crying.When I pushed open her door, she was huddled in the corner, her cheeks tear-stained and her nose running. I sighed and crouched in front of her.“He’s okay, Maddy,” I said, “Cato is fine. He’s tucked in bed and you should be too. It’s well past your bedtime.”“Why was he like that?” she asked as I lifted her to bed.“Sometimes big people make silly decisions. They drink things and smoke things that make them act strange and that’s what Cato did tonight. But he’ll be back to normal in the morning.”“Why?”