Katie's POV “Well since we are cool, it's about time I tell you that I'm a Witch,” Roman announced with his chest pumped up and a look of defiance on his face, almost like he was daring me to say otherwise.I found it hard to swallow.Shedrack must have sensed the growing tension and imputed himself between us, stretching his hands out to me. “You can't tell anyone, Katie…” He turned to Roman.“Really?! You really thought this was a good time to tell her about that!!” He snapped at him. I guess it was more of a caution because Roman just rolled his eyes at him.“She wanted to know us and who we are for real for real, right?” He asked me, his eyes digging deep beneath mine it was like he could see through my skin.“Uh…I'm mean—bro, that wasn't something I was expecting to hear anytime soon on Red Moon pack grounds. Not with what happened—”“I know my fucking history, thank you very much, Katie.” I said nothing in return. It was past my closing time and I didn't even notice.“I think
Joanna’s POVI stood by our balcony watching their interaction. It was Adams's kid and Katie. All this while, I thought the whole event after their silly weekend getaway would have been enough to teach her a damn lesson to stay away from him, but I guess I was wrong.A sigh left my lips. It was the time of the evening when I just wanted to sit and appreciate the wealth I own, not worry about some overzealous teenage girl.“That is your problem sign, Jo. What is it?” Donald asked from behind me. From the way he sounded, I could tell he wasn't really looking at me or even in my direction, he sounded distracted.Turning around, I hoisted my butt against the cold white bar of the balcony watching him type away on his phone.“It is Adams's kid and your daughter…” I usually did that when I wanted him to be pissed or at least give me a little of the attention he gives to his poll rating or event managers.“So??” He muttered like he couldn't see the problem. After some seconds of silence, he
Killian's POV“Sometimes I think she's a witch…”The bourbon—which isn't my go-to choice—burnt my throat so much hotter than regular vodka did. “This tastes like the shit hole of hell itself..”. I muttered.“Well, you asked for the strongest stuff I had and that is it. Sorry, but this is what poor people like me drink.” Stephen chuckled, switching the bottle for a much colder one which I appreciated with a nod of affirmation. Then I realized he could have read my gesture as me conceding that he was poor.“By the way I don't think you are poor. You aren't, your apartment is actually nice. Comfortable is the word.”“Yeah…” he came to join me on the joint couch, “I guess you can say that.”“It can't be that bad having your parents over.” He chuckled lightly. I know he didn't exactly know my parents so I didn't blame him.“You don't know my parents. If you did, you would know why I'm chucking this shit down instead of being at Ana’s place right now.”“Today will make it a straight week y
Author's POVEsther paced in the marked hallway of the hospital she worked in, her chest was beating faster than it was a few minutes ago as she kept calling the same number over and over while pacing back and forth. She still wasn't able to prescribe the possible whereabouts of Katie's mother's wolf and the alpha was beginning to crack down on her as Beta Crowell wouldn't let her be. He had just left her office after she convinced him to consult a higher and more experienced Autopsy doctor to whom she had transferred Hannah, Katie's mother.Her accomplice wasn't picking up any of her calls and it was starting to get on her nerves. She dialed his number again.He picked up on the second ring.“About fucking time!” She snapped first, the acid in her phone was enough to crack the mic.“Good morning to you too, Esther.” His voice came through the other side.“Don’t you fucking dare sass me after the shit I just had to go through for your ass? Did you do it?? Did you get it done??” She r
Killian's POVI sighed. Not in the soft ‘I-have-to-chill’ but in the ‘I-need-a-break’ way.Stephen has begun working on Katie's case again, which was actually the whole intention of coming to his place so we weren't walked in on by the vultures—if that word even existed. I stretched out on his dull blue couch that didn't match the brown rug on the floorboard. To be honest, his entire house was cozy but a bad color riot.“You can't keep sighing like a woman who has all her kids in ca oma while I'm here doing all the wor,” Stephen said from over the couch. I could imagine the look on his face, that of disapproval. He would shake it and make a pitiful sound afterward. “tch..”There it was…“That’s the whole point of hiring you my guy, if you haven't given it much of a thought. That's why you get paid to rumble around the pack's gossip till we find out the exact issue—”“Hannah Christine Martins didn't get a burial. And there is no record of being cremated at any of the mortuaries in the
Killian's POV“Hey…” I said to her the moment her door swung open. She was in a jade green face mask and blue bathrobe that slit down her chest exposing the curves of her fair breasts.“Well, don't just stand there, give me a kiss or something and come in…” She leaned in for a kiss and I made sure to make it short before pushing her aside gently, letting myself in. Her apartment was dimly lit with soft French music playing in the background. She somehow made her suite appear even more cozy than mine.“What should I get you?” she muttered into my ears from behind, her breasts pressing into my back. I could feel my pants tighten almost immediately from the contact.“Water!” I blurted the words out in a thin voice that I wasn't so proud of. Ana walked in front of me, a slight look of disapproval on her face as she repeated, “Water? Seriously??” “Yeah. I already had some strong stuff to drink so uh, I'm good I guess…” She didn't push further, nodding at my statement and exiting the leav
Killian's POV It wasn't my proudest moment but I wasn't gonna take it back. It felt somewhat like a payback for inviting my parents over without my consent.I could imagine it, the yellow tape at my back as the crime scene was investigated, if only this went wrong.I mindlessly searched for my phone while simultaneously searching my memory for the last time I had seen it. My brain was more lazy than my fingers were. Thankfully, I found it in my front pocket. I dialed Stephen’s number and he picked after the third ring.“You just left my place, Killian. What could you possibly want?” I could hear the wrecking fatigue in his voice.I shook my head, a sad attempt to clear the overhead haze that kept swinging me in directions I didn't want to fall in. I decided to rest my back against the wall outside her suite, looking side to side to see if anyone was coming.“I think I just did something shitty and I feel sick in the depths of my stomach..” I muttered into the phone.“You mean aside f
Author's POVKillian couldn't sleep.It was the morning of the gala which they had used basically two weeks to plan. Well, most of the planning was done by Melissa and her team while he just approved their budgets while asking himself, ‘Will Mother like this?’Some part of him wanted to please his parents even though he knew that would be like Ice skating on a volcano. A man who had achieved success like his father and a woman with that much ego and OCD could never truly be pleased. He rushed through his religious morning routine, staying longer in the gym so he could work out the restlessness that wormed its way into his muscles.He was able to make it to the office before it was 11 am. Only a handful of his workers were around along with Melissa who was in casual clothes for the first time.“Woah…” Killian muttered, holding on to the door handle as he watched her type away on her phone while she was still in some kind of pajamas.“Are you wearing pajamas?” He had to ask after not b
Katie's POV We arrived in what looked nothing less of a castle with a Glass art dome at the top of it. I had no idea buildings like this existed outside the Red pack. Killian packed and ran around to open my door for me and help me down. I took his hand gracefully and allowed him to lead me right up to the stairs that led into the Castle-like building. I see why he was also excited. The place didn't seem like the kind of place just anyone could visit, but aside from that, the guards at the huge brownish gold double wing door in front of the jade green castle-like building all looked at me with eyes of amazement and wonder. The moment we were behind the huge door and it closed heavily beside us, blowing a gust of wind at our backs. “Is it just me or are those guards staring at me like I am some known person around here?” He looked down at me and smirked. “How long have I been asleep?” That's the first question that came to mind. Because it takes time for gossip to spread, but if it
Katie's POV I knew I was passing out a way longer than I was the last time because by the time I opened my eyes, not only did it look like another day was setting through the window of a strange room, but I was also laying down in a strange bed. A strangely comfortable bed. I turned my head to the other side, away from the window and saw the bed extend as far as it could. Where am I? I touched my face and pinched my cheeks. It wasn't a dream either. So this was definitely real, but it still didn't explain where I was or what was going on. But I had a feeling I was safe. I mean, the big room with not too many things in it smelt good, fresh too. Like it had just been cleaned up and sprayed with some air freshener not too long ago. It took at least a few minutes of snooping around before it clicked that I was in Killian's room. Or at least this was a room where he kept his stuff. Who am I kidding, his briefs were literally in the second layer of the drawer that was slapped against t
Katie's POV He immediately turned to face us, his eyes expanding as he looked to his minion for help but he continued to stand still. “Don't just look at them goddamnit, do something!!” He screamed desperately while the man continued to stand as still as the trees outside the tent. “I can't…” The man whimpered. The light illuminating the inside of the tent came from an orange bulb I had no idea was there the whole time. He looked between his minion, and then Killian and I, confusion fueling his expression to twitch between shock and annoyance. He couldn't bring himself to understand why what was currently happening seemed so strange. “Jules, I swear to—” he trailed off. “Killian??” He blinked twice, then his eyes went wide. “Katie…” He turned back to Jules, “But you said…” He trailed off again, turning back to us, obviously trying to understand what was happening. “I will help you catch up since your brain can't do the job. Beta Charles. You have been caught. Tada!!” Killian wa
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