September 12th
Cato’s point of view
It 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?”
September 13thLeo’s point of viewThe next morning Cato dragged himself out of bed at 11 am. He appeared in the kitchen and slumped at the kitchen table, bags like suitcases under his eyes and his face sickly pale.Ella rushed to him and lifted his chin, examining the bruise on his jaw.“Thank the Goddesses Dad found you.”He groaned and pushed her hand off him before resting his head on the table.“Why did you do this?” Ella asked, “I thought we were past the drugs and trouble?”“I don’t want to talk about it, Mom.”“Jess has left the pack,” I said, “And you’re upset, I get it. But last night is not how you should deal with it.”I poured the milk into the mug of coffee and carried it over to him. He refused to look up, even as I put my hand on his shoulder.“And next time you sneak out without telling us wh
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