Katie's POV “But today, the spiritual connection..” “Hunt!”“Hunt!”“Hunt!”They all chanted in unison causing my skin to crawl with a different kind of sensation that felt like a slim snake crawling beneath my skin. I stared at each of them as they laughed afterward. I just had to ask.“Please what exactly are you talking about?” Shedrack paused and others just stared at each other, as if making some sort of psychic conversation that I wasn't in on. Then Shedrack shrugged and replied, “You will see. But you can't tell anyone about it.”I immediately shook my head, “of course not, I won't tell anybody.” “She can try to speak about it, no one would believe her over us. Have you forgotten who she is in the eyes of everyone in Red Moon pack? They won't believe a thing she says, they never did.” Jessica made sure to keep the meanest eye contact as she told the facts as they were to my face.Something about the last line reminded me of my mother in the weirdest way. She said ‘They woul
Katie's POV I found myself softly slipping into a soft slumber on the bin bag I sat in while their laughter and conversation hovered over me. Till eventually, the darkness won. ~~~~~I could tell a lot of time had passed by the time I was woken up by a gentle tap on the arm. It was Shedrack. The sun had almost completely set and the night was looking very eager to take over as I stretched to look outside.The only thing that wasn't like I remembered was the living area. The bin bags had been taken away except for the one I laid on, making the living room space a lot wider than I remembered it. He told me we were going to have a party in an hour or two and I needed to get ready for it. Apparently, there was a pre-party ritual that was set to take place in the living room before people came by 8It was a whole dump of information for someone who had just woken up. I nodded in agreement like I understood everything he said and led myself to the room he had given me to stay in. I walked
Katie's POV “Viola!”My jaw could have as well fallen out when I saw the result of Babe's work. I was gorgeous.The make up was light, just as she said. But everything else was lurking with dark shades that somehow made the black dress I was wearing pop. I felt powerful. I was on my feet and heading closer to the mirror to have a closer look when I noticed the eyeliner, she also darkened my eyebrows and helped me make them better in shape.“Do you like it?” She asked, standing behind me. How could I not like it?“I love it!” I turned around and gave her a hug. I wasn't expecting it and neither was she but it only took a second for her to hug me back, laughing. “Now don't get all emotional and ruin the makeup," Babe scolded me. "The only thing that should ruin it is either a really good make out session or tears from throwing up today's regret.”I couldn't tell if she was joking or actually being serious, but either way, I didn't think both were going to happen considering I wasn't
Killian's POVI've been so busy looking out for Katie as well as babysitting Ana that I haven't stepped foot in my office for a long time. Walking into the building, the incessant chatter amongst my employees was suddenly replaced by a hushed silence, they weren't expecting me anytime soon though so their reaction was expected. "Good morning, Mr. Huxley," they greeted one after another, with a tight-lipped smile.I nodded in response and made my way to my office. As soon as I got to my office, Mellissa, the head of my campaign team walked up to me. "Killian we really really need you to make a quick interview or something. Donald is catching up with us—”“Melissa—”“He is on 56% chance rate now” some random guy chipped in from behind his computer. I know he was part of my team, but I only paid attention to Melissa. "See?" Melissa shoved her iPad in my face, not giving me a single second to process all they were saying. "Listen, Killian, I understand–""Melissa!" I snapped irritated
Katie's POVI have never felt more alive than I did at this moment.Babe and I have been taking over a hundred pictures throughout the party. I found myself conversing so easily with people I had never seen before and they all seemed to like me. It felt like a fever dream.I knew it was the effect of the alcohol. I have never taken this much since the last time I tasted it.Babe did say I was the chatty kind of drunk. My feet felt like they were made of rubber and spring but with the adrenaline pumping through my veins and my visual constantly being stimulated by deep LED light, to kept focusing on one thing before another took my attention.Right now, I was outside. The contrast of the cold air to the hot air inside made it seem like my skin could finally breathe and the air was finally getting through the silk dress.“Hey! There you are,” Roman called out, and came to sit beside me on the concrete bench that was infused into the ground. "I had no idea you were a party animal," he sa
Katie's POVA red wolf walked through the midst of clouds around me and I saw her.“Lucy?!”My voice echoed so loud in my own head that it hurt every corner of it. Even while I knew I lay awake in the real world, I could still feel the side of my cranium ticking from the worrying amount of blood that drove north to my brain.Truly, it was her. The similarity in the divinity of her presence remained constant. I unconsciously found myself bending to a knee.“What are you doing?” Lucy asked, her voice displaying elements of a puzzled being.I looked up at my wolf, her large red fur head was cocked to the side. Even in the unidentified world, she still somehow looked just like I remembered her the last time. “Am I dead?”I took the initiative to ask. I wanted to ask all this time instead of figuring it out on my own. Death had been explained in so many ways in the past and I feared this may have been one of them. “No Katie, you are not dead. This is your mind, where I stay.” I glanced a
Katie's POVTurned out that waking up in the lake was exactly what my soul needed exactly.Maybe it was the sun or the smell of earth that gravitated towards me coming from the woods that surrounded the lake but it healed the worry inside of me.It was Sunday. Sundays were usually the days I went grocery shopping with my mother even though it would come with a lot of grudges and second thoughts, I always went with her anyway. But now things had changed so fast, It took me some time to wonder what I was doing here.I retired to the not-so-cabin house after the sun started to get brighter with the aging of the day. I didn't know how I could exchange the warmest for the brightness so I decided to let it all go at once. The rest of them were on their phones scattered around the kitchen, the smell of pancakes brushing the air with that nice confectionery scent that reminded me of My Café where Shedrack and I worked. The only distinguishing property was the absence of coffee which no one wa
Katie's POV Staring down at my now dead screen phone, I waited for some sort of emotion to override me, pull me back into making another phone call, and apologize to a man powerful enough to run against my father. It just wasn't enough to beat the low-sipping rage that fueled my system. I looked down at my phone again.‘Maybe he would call back and I would just explain how this whole thing was his fault’I thought, tapping my feet on the ground. When I figured my nerves wouldn't let me rest—like at all, I picked myself up and walked all the way to the front of the house and just stood there, staring at the white door for entrance. Everything made me mad the more I thought about it.‘Cabin house my foot! It wasn't even a cabin house, it was like rich people wanted to eat their cake and have it,’I studied the house as it rose as high as the height of the trees beside it. Clearly, they knew how much of a mansion this was rather than a cabin…they knew exactly what the fuck they were do
Killian's POV I drove both my car into the woods opposite the bend that lent to the tent. I drove it up to a point I felt the visibility would be hard to notice in the thick of the night. The bus could stay where it was. It was a victim in the whole operation anyways. The other bodies I had to lift and dumb somewhere behind a large log of wood of a collapsed tree. After that, I would be left with dealing with whoever it was that was behind this operation. By the time I was back to the tent, she was sitting right in the center of the chair just as I left her, but this time, she lifted her head. Relief filled my body as I saw that she looked way better than I had left her. I mean, the swollen face was still sort of there but she didn't look like she was in pain. “Hey…” She said to me with a small smile. “You didn't think I was going to give in to them, did you?” She asked, after wincing at her attempt to smile. “I am just glad you are alive. My father would have had my head if somet
Katie's POV Just like that, I was a little girl again sitting between my mother's legs as she took care of my hair because none of the hairdressers in the pack were willing to make the hair of the child whose mother was said to be proclaimed a witch. I remember having to cry to my mother every time I got treated differently. And everytime, she would have that one same sad look in her eyes that would fall to the earth. Some days, she would spill tears onto them, other days when she was drunk enough—she was not even close to a messy drunk—she would just laugh it off with more strength and ask me to sit between her legs. There she would tell me about stories I have heard over a 100 times. The thing about these stories was that even though they were the same and I have heard them over and over, over the years, they always improved in detail. There was always something new to be made clearer about her story and not once did I ever doubt the stories she told me severally regardless of the
Killian's POV A whole survey began. Mel was alive. Even though my body was reeking of fatigue, I couldn't stop moving my burning muscles. I dragged both bodies I dropped in the woods somewhere farther away from the path that a car could come through in the woods, did the same to the bodies on the road while also checking their body for the mark of the special force. Each and every one of them had the mark, so it wasn't just a coincidence. They were all special force members acting like they were savages, under the control of…Anna Adam’s command, Shedrack’s mother. I always wondered how she was connected to all of this. Now I know how. She didn't have to deny it, It was clear now that she played her part in keeping me out of the pack. It was just sad that I was going to have to make an example out of her even after knowing her kid. I went into the car to check on Katie. I unlocked the door without announcing and they both screamed for their lives. “Hey hey…it's me!” I raised my han
Killian's POV My senses heightened as I tried to feel all of my environment, but I knew that was panic slippin into my blood streams. The urge to control what was beyond you was always a good prove that you were in the enemy's territory. The calm before the storm was over. Heavy feet landed onto the ground next to me and I didn't hesitate. I went straight for the kill, punching a hole into the wall of the shadow being standing in the night. The cry of pain cut out by my other hand while one was stuck in his gut. His ugly male breath poured in my face as I tried to lower him to the ground in silence without letting the others know. I was walking into a blind fight in enemy territory. I had no idea how many they were or what they were up to, but I knew they were close. The watch tower was never too far from the main camp. I took a deep breath, rubbing my wet arm against the tree and making sure that it stayed that way, away from me. I didn't want to keep wasting time over thinking how
Killian's POV One minute I am thinking about them, then next thing I know, they are flashing in my face looking straight out of a horror show. Katie's dark brown curly locks were wild on her head as she clutched onto Jessica, dragging her down just before I concluded the bend. I wasn't even done processing the fact that I had just seen them in the middle of the road, running in the middle of the freaking night. I collided with two bodies that forced me to bring the car to a halt. I couldn't help but wonder what just happened and where they came out from. One second the road was empty and now I was seeing at least four people. Their bodies dropped right in my face. I mean I was staring right at them when it happened and I wanted to pretend like it didn't just happen. It wasn't until Katie screamed at me, “Keep going! They are savages!” She really was the one I saw…I wasn't hallucinating. “Katie?!!” I called out to her, coming down from the car. “Killian?!!” She sounded so excited.
Killian's POV I was on my way following the same route to Stephen's bunker. The drive alone was way better and driving my personal car out of that godforsaken pack gave me even more reason to not return. I doubted I killed Ana, the fall was enough to make her pass out but not die. Being she was actively betraying me, they would probably find her before she loses more blood than she can afford. Her body was well rested on the ground next to her very ugly flower vase. I refused to not feel bad or guilty about my intrusive thoughts on killing her. But I wanted a ‘I told you so’ moment with my parents after all this was over. I pulled out my phone to call Stephen since Mel wasn't picking up. She wasn't a fan of calling and driving and that didn't come as a surprise to me. Stephen picked up after the first dial. “Hey…are you guys almost here??” He asked the question I was sort of going to ask him about Mel. “No…” I started, staring into the blaring empty road before me. “I am coming al
Katie's POV My throat was hot. The air I was breathing felt choking to my lungs, almost like I was inhaling hot smoke from a burning fire close to my face. I tried to scream but the clothes in my mouth wouldn't help me stop. I dressed away only to find out I have been bound by my hands to my back by a piece of material. The wheels in my head began to spin outrageously as I realized that I was dealing with something way bigger than me. I tried to scream because the more conscious I was getting, the more I was starting to realize that I was in big trouble. I so badly wanted it to be a dream because I couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality. But this, this didn't feel like I was dreaming. “Jessica??” I whispered, hoping she was close to me and it wasn't my captor. “Yeah…” Her voice was weak. “Thank God! Are you okay??” I asked her. “Keep your voice down. They are still around the bus. They got Mel. We need to help Mel.” Jessica said in a weak voice. I could locate
Killian's POV I debated between going back to my apartment for a change in outfit but she didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve clean clothes or clean air for the betrayal she was playing in our faces. At first, I was going to let her be. It wasn't forgiveness, I just felt I had way too much on my plate to focus on her till the full implications of her action dawned on me. She didn't give a single fuck about consequences too. That was the funny part. Did she forget the backbone of our marriage contract was based on trust and alliance. There was no time to do behind the scenes in depth research where I could find out how she really came about being a backstabbing bitch and if—my favorite part—her family was involved. That way, I could finally have the evidence I needed against the Andersons. It was unfortunate that my father turned an intentional blind eye to their disloyalty for whatever reason. I alighted from my car, bringing the beanie over my hair further down while keeping my
Joanna's POVThe cameras went off and Donald detached from my body like I was made of fire, he stormed to his office and shut the door behind him while leaving me to settle with the producer. I wasn't composing though, I have been taking care of the ropes for a while now and have gotten used to doing it alone. It didn't change the fact I was exhausted and he was mad at me. I knew why but refused to accept it for a fact because it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was lumping all the faults on me, when we both had her inside the entire time. I waited in the living room with an open but untouched bottle of wine beside me, begging to be touched. I just couldn't let them see me falling heavily on the wine as a form of dependency. I painted the strong independent woman picture right from the very face day I found out how much power my father held. I wanted to be in his seat. He warned me that it wasn't for me. That no matter how I struggled to have this life I so dearly wanted, it would