ZaneThere is silence for what feels like a couple of minutes. Then, Adam strides towards me, and I see the anger in his eyes as he faces me.“Alpha Zane, this is not your call to make. She is standing before the Council.” He gestures toward Katarina. My gaze shifts to her—she’s trying to hold herself together, but she looks terrified. I feel the urge to protect her rising in me again.“Yes. And I brought her before the Council,” I say, pointing at my chest. “Do you even know who she is?”“Damn right I do. She’s Katarina Penn, daughter of Augustine Penn, the leader of the wolf hunters. We have two wolves in the clinic, and I’ve been informed she’s the cause.”I’m taken aback. He knows everything. Damn it! I wanted to reveal it myself. He needed to hear it from me. Now, his mind is set—and the rest of the Council’s too. The chances of convincing them otherwise are slim.“So, tell us, Alpha,” he says, his arm sweeping toward the rest of the Council seated at the table. “Why the hell are
ZaneWe both sit silently in the car. My gaze shifts toward her, and I notice a deep frown on her face. Her fists are clenched, like she’s holding onto some intense thought. I sit up straighter, firming my voice. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it.”She turns and meets my eyes briefly before looking away again, tapping her fingers lightly on her lips. For a few moments, it seems like she’s holding herself back, but then she finally speaks.“Slave mate? Is that why you brought me here? To be your slave mate?”My expression hardens. “I didn’t force you to come. You came willingly. I’ll make you whatever I damn well choose.”She scoffs bitterly. “You threatened me. You threatened to hurt my father and my—” She stops, leaving the sentence unfinished.“And your what? Tell me Katarina…Your what?” I lean in, my gaze cold and intense. “You must mean that pathetic bodyguard of yours. What is he to you?”She hesitates before finally muttering, “He’s my… friend.”“Friend,” I repeat the
KatarinaI hold my breath as I hear his leather boots coming down the stairs. He’s coming for breakfast too. A part of me hoped he wouldn’t. Do wicked people really eat? They don’t deserve to. Especially him—not after what he’s done. He reaches the dining table, pulls out the chair at the head of the table, and sits confidently, like a king, though his chivalrous gaze stays on me even as he settles in.“Good morning, Alpha Zane.” Rosaline hurries out of the kitchen with her usual cheer as she places his breakfast in front of him.I glare at him, wishing I could just stick the fork I’m holding into his cold heart.“That for me?” His cold gaze meets my angry stare with amusement as he gestures toward my hand.My eyes follow his to my hand. I’m so lost in thought, I didn’t realize I’m gripping the fork like a weapon. I loosen my hold and drop the fork onto my plate.“Bad morning for you, Katarina, I suppose. You know, it’s bad manners not to greet the owner of the house you live in. Thin
KatarinaTheir angry gazes fix on me, making my skin prickle with unease. My eyes dart around the room, spotting an empty seat in the middle of a row. I take a deep breath, glancing back at the door, torn between staying or leaving. Stay, Katarina, you can do this. Another deep breath steadies me, and I walk to the seat, quickly settling in and avoiding anyone’s gaze. The class is awkwardly silent. I don’t look up, but I can feel their stares boring into me. Low wolf growls rumble, making me tense. Are they going to attack me?The door swings open, and a woman walks in, standing confidently at the front of the class. “Hello, everyone. I’m Professor Bennett. Welcome to Wolf 101,” she says with a bright smile.I feel relieved. For now, at least, I don’t have to worry about being bullied by these wolves.“Let’s start with an interesting question,” Professor Bennett says as she uncaps a marker and writes on the whiteboard. “In just one word, who are werewolves?”The room is silent for a b
KatarinaI take his hand, and Cyprian helps me stand. I stare at him, noticing how he watches me, like he’s wondering why he bothered to save me after I’d been rude in class.“Thank you,” I murmur, our gazes still locked.“You’re welcome,” he replies with a warm smile. His eyes shift to the scattered papers on the ground. “I’ll help you,” he says, moving to gather them.He hands the papers back to me. “You really shouldn’t be walking alone at night, you know.”I reach for the papers, but he holds onto them a moment longer. “Let me carry these for you. So…where are you headed?”I hesitate, my eyes searching his. Why is he being so kind after how I acted at the Academy? “Uh… I don’t know,” I admit.He raises an eyebrow, confused, so I explain further. “I’m lost. I don’t know the way to the Alpha’s house.”He chuckles lightly. “So, you’ve been wandering the streets since we saw you at the Academy gate?”I turn away, but my embarrassed expression gives him the answer he’s looking for.“Wh
KatarinaI stare at him, wondering just how much he heard of my conversation with Dad. “What do you mean?”“I was told you had just returned to the house. Why the hell did you go off on your own like that?”I feel a bit more at ease. It’s not about the plan Dad and I have to take him down. “How else was I supposed to get here?”“Magdalena would have brought you back if you hadn’t run off. You should have just gone with her.”I open my mouth, a hiss escaping. “Is that what she told you? I didn’t run off. Your precious Magdalena shoved me into the classroom and left me. I would have called you if I had your number, but I don’t.” I see the way he looks at me when I say I would have called him.“Your phone,” he says, extending his hand, waiting for me to hand it over. I grab it from the bed and give it to him. He punches in some numbers and pulls out his own phone. After a few seconds, he hands my phone back.“Now you have my number, and I have yours.”I glance at my phone screen. He’d sa
KatarinaClass is over for the day, and I’m packing my book into my bag when I glance up and see Cassandra. A thought crosses my mind—I should apologize to her. I was pretty mean the last time we talked. So, I walk up to her.“Hey, C-Cassandra,” I say, a little unsure.“Oh, hi. Katarina, right?”“Yeah, Katarina. But you can call me Katty.”“Hi, Katty.”“Uh, I wanted to apologize for the other day. I was mean, and I didn’t have to be. I’m sorry.”Cassandra’s eyes sparkle with surprise and warmth. “I accept your apology,” she says with a smile.Whew! That wasn’t so hard, was it, Katrina? I think to myself.Just then, Cyprian arrives, followed by Bex. Cyprian stands in front of me, and It feels awkward between us. I’m not sure if Cassandra notices, but a small smile plays on her lips.“Heard what happened to you last night, Katty. I’m sorry,” Cassandra says.“What?” I ask, turning toward Cyprian. “Cyprian, you told her?”He shakes his head, looking genuinely confused. “No, I didn't say a
KatarinaWe arrive, and as we walk through the crowd, I look around, amazed by everything I see. People are drinking and dancing with reckless abandon. Some are playing with fire, either dancing around it or blowing it from their mouths. The field is lit up beautifully with lights everywhere. The beat of the drum is loud, and the rhythm is enjoyable.“Hey, there you are,” Cyprian says as I bump into him.“Hi, Cyprian. Good to see you.”“You look stunning,” he says, his eyes admiring me like he’s in love with my look.“All thanks to Roselyn,” I say, and she beams, taking the credit.“Come on, there are a few exciting things I want to show you,” he says, taking my hand.“Oh no, the Alpha is waiting. Miss Katarina has to go to him,” Roselyn insists firmly.“The night is young. She could run free for a while,” Cyprian counters, and I smile, agreeing with him, as if he knows all I want is freedom.“Miss Katarina, the Alpha hates to be kept waiting, you know this,” Roselyn presses again, he
KatarinaI get back home, feeling frustrated and confused. I walk through the passageway and hear voices coming from the other side of the hallway. They’re muffled, but I can tell it’s a conversation I’m not supposed to hear. My curiosity gets the better of me, so I follow the sound, trying to be careful not to make any noise.I stop at the door. It’s slightly ajar, and I peek in. I’m surprised. Magdalena is here, standing in front of Zane. He’s leaning against the table, arms crossed, his face expressionless. She’s speaking in a hushed but intense voice, like she’s trying to convince him about something—or so I think, from the desperation I see on her face.“You can’t let the mating ceremony happen,” I hear her say as she looks at him.I freeze. So, it’s true. Zane is planning some kind of wedding for us—without even telling me! This is shocking. How could he do this? I can’t marry him, not like this, not when I haven’t even had a say in the matter.He’s not reacting, but Magdalena d
KatarinaZane stands across the room, his piercing eyes fixed on me. I try to act relaxed, but my gaze keeps drifting back to the bag on the bed. I can’t help it—it’s like I’m giving myself away with every glance. If he sees what’s inside, he’d kill me. I swallow hard, trying to calm myself, but my nerves are getting the better of me.He scoffs suspiciously. “Why do you keep looking at that bag?” he asks, his eyes narrowing. “What’s in it?”I freeze for a second, then force a nervous smile. “Nothing… just girl stuff,” I stammer, trying to sound calm. “You really don’t want to touch it. Trust me.”Zane doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he looks more interested now than ever. He starts walking toward the bed, his eyes on the bag, and my heart races faster with each step he takes. He’s almost at the edge of the bed now, just a gesture away from reaching out and grabbing it.Instinctively, I step in front of him, blocking his path. I can feel the tension between us. His hard stare locks on
KatarinaCyprian stands there, just a few feet away, staring at us. My heart sinks into my stomach as I see the shock and disappointment on his face. I can’t believe we’ve been caught, and to make it worse, it had to be Cyprian. Well, better him than Zane.Francis steps back immediately. He looks at me, puzzled, probably wondering who Cyprian is. He quickly pulls out a gun from inside his jacket, about to shoot Cyprian. I gasp in shock. My gaze turns to Cyprian—his eyes gleam yellow, and his fingers turn to claws, his face looking more like a wolf than a human. He growls, his wolf teeth looking like they’re about to tear Francis apart. I turn back to Francis, and he cocks the gun. I can see the fear in his eyes as he stares at Cyprian, who’s wolfing out. Christ! This isn’t supposed to happen. My fiancé and the only male friend I have in Wolf Zone are about to kill each other. I have to stop this.“No,” I echo, standing between them as Cyprian is about to charge at Francis.“Katarina,
KatarinaWe gather for the hunting lesson in the woods. I look around at the tall trees rising above, their branches moving in the light breeze. The sounds of nature are all around us—the rustling of leaves, the far-off chirping of birds, and the soft sound of the wind. I try to concentrate on the training, but my mind keeps drifting back to the mission I have in mind. I need to stay focused today, not just on the class, but on the bigger picture.We walk deeper into the woods. Cassandra starts walking next to me, bringing me out of my thoughts.“So, have you seen the ranks yet?” she asks excitedly, glancing over at me.I shake my head. “Nope. I don’t even know what that is.”“The ranks are for the physicals. It grades how well we perform on each exercise and ultimately leads to whether we graduate or not.”“Huh…I didn’t know that,” I pull back a strand of hair the wind has blown to my face. “What are physicals?”“Every physical training we’ll be doing in the academy. It usually invol
KatarinaThe next morning, I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. I shake my head, trying to push the memory of that awful dinner yesterday away from my mind. I shouldn’t have let myself believe, even for a second, that Zane might be a good person. After everything he’s done, especially what he did last night at dinner, I can’t afford to let my guard down.Katarina, you can’t trust Zane, I remind myself. His actions, his words—they’re all part of the sick game he’s playing, and I’m just a piece on the board. I can’t forget that. I won’t forget that.I need to stay focused. There’s something more important I need to do today. I have to find a way to get the weapons bag from my Dad. That’s all that matters right now. It’s the key to my plan, to everything I have to do from now on. I can’t let anything, or anyone, distract me anymore.I’ve already started finding out information from my friends, but today, I’ll push harder. I need them to open up, to tell me everything
KatarinaI step into the kitchen, inhaling the sweet scent of spices and sizzling vegetables. Roselyn is at the counter, her hands chopping them fast, like an expert, as she prepares to make dinner. The whole day has felt like a blur, and I’m still trying to pull myself out of the fog from last night’s chaos. I barely left my room. Part of me still can’t believe I made it out alive.“Hi, Roselyn,” I say, my voice quiet, not as bright as usual.She looks up from her work, her eyes soft as they meet mine. “Hi, Miss Katarina,” she greets me formally at first, but then notices the smile playing on my lips. She corrects herself with a warm grin, “Hi, Katty.”I can’t help but smile back. The sound of my nickname, ‘Katty,’ is oddly comforting after everything that happened. It reminds me of home. It’s a small moment of normalcy that I desperately need.“It’s good to see you,” Roselyn says as she stirs a pot on the stove. “I was so afraid for you yesterday.”“Yeah, I was afraid for myself too
ZaneThe scent of herbs and warm water in the air hits my nostrils as I approach Katarina’s room. I pause at the doorway, my hand on the frame, watching them silently. Roselyn stands by the tub, her hands gentle as she helps Katarina out of her dress. The fabric falls easily to the floor, revealing the bruises scattered across her skin. Katarina’s only wearing her underwear, so the marks are exposed. My brows furrow in displeasure. I hate that she’s hurt. The marks are still fresh, some darker than others, evidence of the fight that took place earlier. She’s in pain, but she doesn’t say a word. She’s just quiet, not her usual self. She only gets this way when she’s both mad and terrified of me. I’m usually the reason for her tamed demeanor. It doesn’t last long though before she’s back to her defiant self.“This will make you feel better, Katty,” I hear Roselyn say in a low voice, urging her to step into the tub. Katarina obeys, her movement is slow and careful. She lowers herself int
ZaneMy eyes gaze at the half moon up in the sky. I’m lost in my conflicting thoughts as it casts its light across the woods, reminding me of what’s about to happen.I stand, my hands in my pockets, watching, waiting. My wolf, Kris, paces inside me, restless. He can feel Katarina’s fear, her anxiety about to burst out of her chest. I feel it too. I want to go to her and tell her she’s going to be okay, even though I know I can’t. I’m the Grand Alpha; I must uphold the laws that have kept us for generations. Katarina has to pass through this to be a worthy Luna. I can’t shake the thought, though—what if she doesn’t survive? No. She will survive. She has to. Katarina is brave, and she’s a fighter.They’ve locked her up in a dark room since morning. The sun has set, and it’s time. The wolves have assembled, all waiting to witness Katarina’s fate. My Beta, Magdalena, and some other werewolves carry her out. Her head is down, her wrists bound. She’s scared, but she doesn’t put up a fight.
Katarina“You have no idea, Katarina,” I hear his voice in my head. His words are so frightening, I don’t even realize when I fall to my knees.“I take no offense,” Zane’s voice echoes, and the murmuring stops. “I have chosen a brave, brave mate.” He looks at me, flashing a wicked smile as I stare at him, terrified and ashamed. Why did I get on my knees? Why do his words make my heart race? I watch him as he continues.“Katarina here is a wolf hunter.” I hear whispers spread across the room again. “She’s not just here by chance. I’ve brought her as a sign to the wolf hunters faction that the werewolves are in charge of Wolf Creek.”“Yes!” the crowd screams.“If Augustine wants his daughter back, he’ll have to surrender himself and watch her die. And he’ll die right after.”The wolves growl, “Yes, yes, yes!”I hold back a sob as I lower my head.“The wolf hunters are weak humans, just like her. We shouldn’t fear them. This is war. And we’re going to win!”And the crowd cheers for him a