Katrina’s POV“Katrina,” Shaun mentioned my name and whirled my attention away from the men whom had just introduced themselves.“Yes,” I answered, my expression completely blank regardless of the rush of emotions flowing through my system.“From this moment on, you are no longer a member of this pack,” Shaun made a declaration while Amanda was surprisingly quiet as she was positioned beside him across the desk.“What?” I questioned in surprise despite the fact I already guessed what was to come, however I never thought I would be denounced from the pack.“You heard him clearly Katrina,” Amanda finally spoke just when I pointed out her silence. “Davos requested for you as a gift which is what we are giving him, or do you want the lives of many people to be stolen away by his wrath?”“I never said a thing like that Amanda,” I growled, finding it hard to hold my irritation.“Then we have nothing more to discuss here,” Amanda went on to say, provoking Advisor Thomas and Beta Mathew to
Katrina’s POV“I’m sad and happy you are leaving us,” Vanessa said as she escorted me to the black rangerover packed in front of the house, Amanda and Shaun standing a distance away, watching us.“Same way I’m having mixed feelings,” I confessed in a sigh and reached for my satchel which she insisted to help me carry.I had filled her in briefly on what was going on while I put whatever valuables I had in the sizable leather bag. It was difficult for her to understand, nevertheless she felt anger and remorse at my situation.She ended up apologizing after our little talk and I told her the truth about not bearing grudges at her actions however I made it clear that we could never be close again even if our paths managed to cross in the future.It was a far fetched thought to think about crossing parts, but there was only a small bit we could predict about life. Unexpected things could happen at unexpected times.My life was a living testament to that and though it was normal for me to
Katrina’s POVAfter we drove for two more minutes, I caught sight of large walls in the distance. My curiosity sparked and I couldn't stop myself from asking. “What’s that?”“The walls surrounding the Lycan kingdom,” Mathew answered after I asked and I turned to see him focused on the ipad in his hold, not bothering to lift his head to reply.“They are huge,” I declared, my actions and words showing my lack of exposure and knowledge of certain things.“Yes,” Thomas murmured in a small laugh. “They are.”Soon we reached tall iron gates that opened up as our car approached and a man in black cap and a casual attire stood there. He granted the vehicle a salute regardless of the tinted glass aa we rode past the barrier.The image that surrounded me appeared surreal as we entered the kingdom. Tall buildings and architectural structures were scattered everywhere I looked.Minutes later the car came to a stop and I heard the sound of clicks indicating the car had been unlocked. I gazed at my
Katrina’s POV“Beside the king’s what?” I asked, my voice breaking as I ran behind her while she tugged me in whatever direction she thought was correct.I could only catch a flashing glimpse of spiral staircase with golden handle as we climbed to the floors above and beautiful lights as I moved at that speed. Soon we came to a halt and she beamed at me, we were standing in front of an intricately carved door with shiny mahogany wood which from one glance you could tell was very expensive.Thomas and Mathew were no where to be seen and I couldn't blame them. I was shocked by her rapid movement in dragging me, her excitement a bit contagious and hard for me to resist as she felt like a burst of sunshine to my previously dark world.I could faintly hear them from downstairs but Ariana wasn't paying attention. She was too focused and elated by the matter at hand. Mathew probably knowing his sister and deciding to leave her be as he didn't bother to join us upstairs and accompany us.“Op
Katrina’s POVFor the first time in as long as I could remember, I had what people called a luxury bath. Different scents filled the bathroom as I rinsed my skin from the soap which I used to scrub my body clean.At some point I discovered I had been crying which didn't surprise me thus I was so overwhelmed with joy and relief as I did so. I knew it was too early to be happy, nonetheless my body and mind couldn't help succumb to the peace and calmness of the new environment I had found myself in.The past hour felt like heaven and I could say the difference was clear from where I was coming from. Exiting the bathroom, I strolled to the bed, my heart clenching in warmth and brow lifting in surprise as I caught sight of white cotton shorts and a blue vest laid out on the mattress.Already having an idea who’s action it was, I simply dropped the towel I had wrapped around me and lowered my body on the bed. I picked up the vest, my fingers rubbing the soft material with admiration in my e
Katrina’s POV“Open,” I called at the door as I halted my task of brushing my brows, an action I had never done in my life. Ariana had volunteered to pluck my brows the previous night. I refused initially but she told me it’d be worth it. After some persuasion, I gave in and almost regretted doing that at the jabs of pain I felt at each pull of my facial hair.In the end, the result was rewarding as she had said and the pain was nothing compared to all the hurt I had gone through all my life so I sucked it up and was happy at the change it made on my face as my sight caught the mirror that morning.We spent some time over dinner which she had brought and I was surprised when she joined me in eating. When I asked, her response was simply, she was hungry and she knew I was lonely so she came to keep me company and made me feel at ease.After dinner she pointed out the names and uses of the content in bottles, containers and tubes that were on my vanity table and in the bathroom.I was
Katrina’s POVEvery ounce of oxygen left my form as his statement washed over me. I literally froze, every bone in my body unmoving and my heart beating too fast I hoped it wouldn't beat out of my chest.His gaze roamed over my face, observing every little detail and noting it to memory. I felt trapped by not only his arms but his irises too and the meaning in his statement.I gulped, eyes too wide for my face in shock and understanding. My fingers curled at my sides as shiver ran through me. For some seconds I wondered how his words could have such effect on me without him even touching me yet.The man was as ruthless and scary as I’d heard. Only the minutes I had spent in close proximity with him had told me that, so why was I feeling that way with him?“Choose your medicine wisely Katrina,” he murmured in a smirk which I was beginning to think was his signature look.“Hmmm?” He hummed when I didn't utter anything in response, another shudder running through me in the span of a minu
Katrina’s POV"Okay, which should I choose?" I asked no one else but myself as I stood, hands on hips, observing the dresses I had spread out on the mattress.Different designs and colors of dresses lay before me. The kind of dresses I had only seen on Amanda, Gina or other rich females back at Shaun's pack.Now the dresses were in my vision and all mine for whenever I wanted to wear them. It was evening and the sun had almost set completely, casting an orange hue in the sky.The clock read 5:23 pm and I had little over an hour to get ready. A maid had come over during my nap and informed me there would be an official dinner in the evening.I was a bit pained at the interruption thus it was the first time I had gotten to taking a nap. Amanda never let me catch a breather not to talk of having time to rest during the day.Sometimes even at night I wouldn't be able to as a result of pain and overthinking or most times the fear of Shaun coming in to force himself on me.I had never felt
Katrina’s POVThe wind howled through the valley, carrying the scent of blood and smoke, even after all this time. The battle was over, but the land still bore the scars of war—charred earth, shattered weapons, and graves upon graves stretching farther than my eyes could see. I stood at the edge of the ridge, my cloak billowing behind me. The sun was setting, casting an eerie golden glow over the ruins below. It should have been beautiful. Instead, it felt haunting, as though the land itself mourned what had transpired here. Jax stood beside me, his large frame unusually still. He wasn’t the same man who had charged into battle with reckless confidence. None of us were the same anymore. Mira knelt beside a small grave, placing a single white flower upon the fresh mound of dirt. “She was only eighteen,” she murmured, her voice tight with grief. “She was supposed to see the world, not…” Her voice trailed off as her fingers traced the name etched into the stone. Shaun was further
Katrina’s POVAside from the distant moans of the injured and the crackle of dying fires, the battlefield was eerily quiet. Staring at the Crimson Alpha's lifeless body, his once-imposing figure reduced to a heap of broken bones and lost force, made my heart race. The victorious moment, however, felt unjust. hollow. I felt a shudder go through me as a slow, purposeful clap reverberated over the field. When I turned, I saw Lucy Hawthorne standing there. Her icy-blue eyes gleamed with laughter, and her scarlet cloak hardly stirred in the wind. As she stepped forward, her boots stomping on the blood-soaked grass, she exclaimed, "Well done." "You really did a favor for me." Mira tensed up next to me, her hand clenching over her knife. With a low growl, Jax's muscles tensed, poised to attack. Shaun's amber eyes blazed with anger as he took a defensive step forward. Davos, however, was the one who spoke at last. His voice was like steel as he said, "You were never here for him." “You
Katrina’s POVSharp, constant pain throbbed in my ribs, but I made myself sit up. With bodies moving, weapons clashing, and the smell of blood heavy in the air, the battlefield remained a blur. My body was screaming for me to stay down and breathe, but I was unable to do so.With Mira out there, no.She was in charge of a mission that had the power to alter everything, somewhere beyond the mayhem.Shaun squatted next to me, his expression tight. "You ought not to be moving."I cleaned my mouth of blood. "I have no other option."His eyes grew gloomy. "Mira will take care of it."I forced myself to stand up despite the pain in my limbs and let out a sharp exhale. "She must."Because we would all fail if she did.The night was thick with tension and pressed against my skin.Somewhere out there, Mira and her crew were sneaking through the enemy's fortifications, moving like ghosts in the dark. Destroying their supply chains wasn’t just a mission—it was our only chance. If they fa
Katrina's POV With the exception of the distant crackling of flames devouring the remains of the dead, the battlefield was strangely quiet. The ground was slippery with the remains of soldiers who had sacrificed their lives for this conflict, and the air was heavy with the smell of blood and burned flesh. I walked over corpses, some I recognized, others I didn't, and my heart ached. The never-ending cycle of violence had taken another person, and each one was a loss. And yet there he was, in the middle of the slaughter. The Alpha Crimson. Despite the devastation all around him, he remained tall and intimidating. His posture eased as if he were just a spectator to the mayhem he had created, and his crimson eyes burned like coals. My body cried out for me to fight, to put a stop to this once and for all, and my grasp tightened around my blade. However, he held up a hand. "We need to talk, Katrina." My whole body hummed with stress as I tightened my jaw. "I have nothing to say to
Katrina’s POVUnease was in the air at the war camp. The tension was oppressive and unavoidable; it adhered to my skin like a dense mist. There was a problem. The absence of food supply had been the first clue. When additional warriors joined our army, we first believed that the rations were being stretched thin, which was a simple error. Weapons, however, disappeared. Our strategy tent's plans outlining our next course of action vanished. Worst of all, fighters were vanishing into thin air. I looked around the camp as I stood outside my tent. Long, unsettling shadows were thrown over the restless warriors by fires that flared in the darkness. They experienced the paranoia and the feeling that something was falling apart inside of them as well. Shaun came over, his face serious. "Last night, another fighter disappeared. a top scout for us. No indication of a fight. It seems as if he just left. Mira folded her arms. "Someone is helping the enemy." I let out a deep breath, my thoug
Katrina's POVEven the most courageous soldiers were hesitant to enter the safehouse since it was tucked away in the deepest area of the forest. It was an area unaffected by conflict or the mayhem engulfing the world beyond the woods. My youngster was protected here.That's what I kept telling myself, anyhow.As the last of the sunshine slipped behind the tall trees, I watched from the doorway of the little wooden home. The soft sound of my son's laughing reverberated within, a tune so innocent that it didn't fit with the burden on my chest.I balled my fists up. The Crimson Alpha's soldiers were gaining momentum as the conflict reached its climax. My troops continued to fight without me for every second I was here. They lost another second life. But leaving was a total gamble. Leaving him was necessary.I turned and stepped inside, feeling a chill. With the flickering fire creating gentle shadows on the walls, the cabin's warmth enveloped me. Mira gave my kid some wooden sculptures t
Katrina’s POVAs we gathered around the frayed scroll, its mysterious lettering flashing in the faint torchlight, the atmosphere was heavy with suspense. Every time my heart beat, it served as a harsh reminder of how much depended on us. We had arrived to the deserted Lycan ruins, a location lost to time, thanks to the mystery. I felt the old carvings under my fingertips as I moved them over the stone walls. Relics from the past. Back when werewolves and lycans weren't adversaries. When they were one, that is. Shaun was standing next to me, looking over the ruins with amber eyes. "This place gives me a bad feeling." Mira let out a loud sigh. "Whether you like it or not, this is where the puzzle took us. Here is the solution. I looked to a big archway at the far end of the room and nodded. Beyond it, the blackness went on forever. I got a weird feeling that we were closer than ever before, like a weight pressing down on my chest. "We move together," I murmured while holding onto m
Katrina’s POVAs we gathered around the frayed scroll, its mysterious lettering flashing in the faint torchlight, the atmosphere was heavy with suspense. Every time my heart beat, it served as a harsh reminder of how much depended on us. We had arrived to the deserted Lycan ruins, a location lost to time, thanks to the mystery. I felt the old carvings under my fingertips as I moved them over the stone walls. Relics from the past. Back when werewolves and lycans weren't adversaries. When they were one, that is. Shaun was standing next to me, looking over the ruins with amber eyes. "This place gives me a bad feeling." Mira let out a loud sigh. "Whether you like it or not, this is where the puzzle took us. Here is the solution. I looked to a big archway at the far end of the room and nodded. Beyond it, the blackness went on forever. I got a weird feeling that we were closer than ever before, like a weight pressing down on my chest. "We move together," I murmured while holding onto m
Katrina's POVThe air shifted around me, thick like a heavy mist, pulling me under. My body no longer felt like my own. The world faded, the ground dissolving beneath me until I was floating in an endless void. I wasn’t sure how I got here—one moment, I had been gripping the scroll the temple guardian had given me, reading its cryptic words, and the next, everything had gone dark. I took a slow breath, steadying my nerves. This was part of the trial. I had known there would be one. The moment I touched the scroll, I felt something pull at me, dragging me into a place beyond the physical world. But I hadn’t expected it to feel so... real. A soft whisper echoed through the void, a voice both foreign and familiar. "You're not prepared." I spun, searching for the source, but there was only darkness. Then, out of nowhere, a figure stepped forward. My breath caught. It was me. Or rather, it was a version of me—one twisted, darker. Her eyes blazed an unnatural red, her lips twisted