Katrina’s POVThe saying ‘with great power comes great responsibility,’ had turned to my reality in just a few days, minus the whole day which I was drifting in oblivion.You heard right. I had lost consciousness after drinking the blood of the king as well as the elders mixed together. Their blood must have carried a strange energy that the moment I downed it through my throat, my own blood was being ignited.At first I didn't take or see it as a problem as I felt dizzy for a moment. However Davos’s presence and hold was enough to steady me. Neither of us saw the next tremor that was coming which knocked me off my feet and shut me out to the world.The next thing I knew I woke up in Davos’s chamber which had become the King and Queen’s abode, it was sometime in the evening and it was clear I had been off for about a day, only for my suspiciouns to be confirmed when Davos approached.To my surprise I was told I had become a Lycan. It would go down in history at how hard I laughed at t
Katrina’s POVThe weird feeling in my veins and gut continued for the next few days and turned into a week and more. Valencia and Arianna had assured me it was my wolf trying to get used to my body before it introduced itself.It was like a host and a parasite kind of thing, though thinking of it that way made it sound disgusting and not the beautiful thing it was meant to be and appreciated.As a result of that, I brushed it away, leaving everything to whenever my wolf thought it best to manifest. Thinking about it now, it seemed that the issue of a wolf made me brush aside too the extra signals my body was sending me which could mean something else, nonetheless I wrote it off to the same cause.‘Don’t you think, that flower needs to be watered?’ A strange feminine voice questioned in my ear, and I frowned.Pausing the tip of the pen on the clipboard in my hold, my feet which were comfortable in black slides came to a halt. I had discardded the heels black heels I had on beneath a da
Katrina’s POVI opened my mouth to mutter an “excuse me,” but swallowed the words back with the vomit as I palmed my lips and ran out of the dining area, my vision and brain frantically working together as they seemed out the nearest bathroom.Finally spotting a sign, I shoved the door open with all my might, strong enough to tear the door of its hinges if it ever was locked as I barelled for the sink.My fingers gripped the edges of the white ceramic structure, partly for balance and partly to help angle my body properly as I tilted my face downwards, not caring about my hair as I opened my mouth and let out all the contents in my system down the drain.I let out a non-flattering animalistic sound as I gagged, my throat being scratched as everything from the morning kept pouring out of me. Never did I know in those moments of distress that someone had followed me down the path until I felt soft fingers grab my hair strands together and away from my face, holding them in the air as I
Katrina’s POVMaddy and I made our way to the waiting room which was on the other side of the laboratory. We were not the only ones there as expected and the room was half filled with other patients.It was sometime around 4pm in the evening and one could see the weary appearances of the nurses and other staffs as they approached the end of their shift.A calm tune was playing in the background, smooth enough to lure someone to sleep if you were weary and your body permitted it. Even if that doesn't happen, the tune had a soothing effect and helped to ease a trouble mind.Whomever recommended it must have made a good choice thus it was needed in such a room and situation. That was because people were being restless and filled with anxiety as they awaited the outcome of the tests they had run or about to.The results which could hold news that may bring them tears and heartbreak of joy and smiles. Barely a minute since I sat there, I already felt the music begin to work wonders on my s
Katrina's POV The paper slipped from my fingers, fluttering to the ground like a leaf in the wind. My heart pounded so loudly I thought it might burst out of my chest. Pregnant? 80% chance? My mind raced, trying to process the words I had just read. "Luna?" Maddy's voice broke through the haze of my thoughts. She bent down to pick up the paper, her eyes scanning the contents. Her face went pale, and she looked up at me, her eyes wide with shock. "You're... pregnant?" I couldn't speak. My throat felt dry, my tongue heavy. I just stared at her, my mind a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, confusion, and a strange, unexpected joy all fought for dominance in my chest. "Luna, are you okay?" Maddy asked, her voice shaking. She reached out to grab my arm, but I winced, moving back. "I... I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "This can't be real. It can't be." But deep down, I knew it was. The nausea, the dizziness, the weird feelings in my body—it all made sense now. I
Katrina's POVEmotions ran high in the days after my pregnancy was made public. As he showered me with love and attention, Davos was ecstatic and his joy was infectious. But I couldn't get rid of the uneasy sensation that persisted in the back of my mind even after he reassured me. The news was all across the castle, and although the majority of the pack members appeared to be sincerely delighted for us, I couldn't help but notice the faint looks and the hushed chatter that ceased as soon as I entered a room. Everyone seemed to be observing me and waiting for something to occur. "You're acting paranoid," Marie stated in a composed yet strong tone. "Not everybody is trying to harm you." "I know," I said, my thoughts racing. But I'm powerless to stop it. Something doesn't feel right. I knew Marie was as concerned as I was, but she didn't answer. In actuality, we were both aware that my pregnancy would not be welcomed by everyone in the kingdom. I was still viewed by some as an outcas
Katrina's POVThe atmosphere seemed colder, darker the instant Maddy departed to head for Davos. My hands shaking, I sat on the brink of the bed and fixed my eyes on the tea cup on the table. The faint, sour scent persisted in the air, a reminder of how near I had come to be drinking something that might have injured my pregnant kid, or worse. My heart hammering in my chest, I could sense Marie's presence in my head, her fear reflecting my own.'Katrina,' Marie said in a calm but forceful voice. We have to keep on alert. Whoever committed this could still be close by.I nodded, though nobody else could see it. My eyes flew around the room, searching for any signs of danger. The fire crackled quietly in the hearth, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the chill that had sunk deep in my bones. I stood up, pacing the room, my mind racing with questions. Who would do this? And why? Was it someone within the castle? Someone I trusted? The door flew open, and Davos stormed in, his co
Katrina's POVThe days following the poisoning attempt were tense. Davos had increased security around the castle, and I was rarely left alone. Guards followed me everywhere, their presence a constant reminder of the danger lurking within the walls of what was supposed to be my safe haven. Despite Davos's reassurances, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. The castle, once a place of comfort, now felt like a prison.I sat in the garden, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun, but even the bright rays couldn’t dispel the shadows in my mind. Marie’s voice echoed in my head, her tone calm but firm. 'Katrina, you need to stay alert. The threat is still out there.''I know,' I replied, my voice trembling in my mind. 'But how do I fight an enemy I can’t see?'Marie didn’t respond, and I knew she was just as worried as I was. The truth was, we both knew that the danger was closer than we thought. Someone within the castle walls wanted me and my child gone,
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
Katrina's POV The icy frost seeped into my bones as the wind howled across the rocky summits. As we ascended more into the mountains, I felt the weight of our mission bearing down on me with each step. The faces of the slain flashed before my eyes, and the remains of the previous fight still troubled me. There was no time to mourn, but we had just about made it out alive. Shaun walked purposefully in front of me, his golden eyes searching the way. The cold air made Mira's breath haze as she walked next to me. We all remained silent. All we could hear were the distant howling of wolves borne by the wind and the crunch of snow under our feet. The temple was near. I sensed it. Legends about a secret temple tucked away in these mountains, unaffected by time or conflict, have persisted for ages. An ancient order of werewolves, warriors pledged to defend a holy weapon—the sole sword that might finally put an end to The Crimson Alpha—were supposed to guard it. However, getting there woul
Katrina’s POV The world continued to rotate. For a minute, I believed I had lost everything as darkness engulfed me. As I pushed myself to walk, I gasped for air in ragged breaths. The air was still heavy enough to choke on with the stench of decaying dead and burning flesh. They had lost the fight. We had had to back off, almost making it out alive. We had been teasing the Crimson Alpha. Now that much was obvious. Beside me, Shaun moaned and clutched his side, his fingers dripping blood. Mira was so tired that her body was shaking and her face looked pallid. We weren't dead, but we were shattered and bruised. Something has to count for that. I took a deep breath and looked around the remains of the former enemy stronghold. It had long ago been wrecked by the battle, and all that was left was eerie quiet and crumbling stone. It was our lone haven of safety and a place to rest before confronting the next nightmare. I had just risen to my feet when I became aware of the wall marks