CATHERINE The sound of footsteps approached from behind me, heavy and deliberate. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was."Catherine," Kane’s deep voice called out, calm but also tinged with concern.I didn’t answer. I maintained my stance as I stared out into the darkness beyond the camp, my emotions too raw to form words.He came to stand beside me. For a moment, he said nothing, just stood there as if waiting for me to speak first."If you’re here to defend her, don’t," I said finally.Kane sighed, his gaze fixed on me. "I’m not here to defend anyone," he replied. "I’m here for you."I turned to him sharply, my anger spilling over. "For me? Really? Then why do I feel like the people that were meant to be with me were never there? Why does it feel like no one—" I stopped, biting my lip to keep my voice from breaking.He frowned. "You’re not alone, Catherine. I’m right here. I’ve been here.""Then why didn’t you stop her?" I snapped, the words tumbling out before I could st
CATHERINE I stood outside the small, weathered house, my arms crossed as Kane negotiated with the house agent a few steps away. With Camille's help, we were able to get an agent to help us get a house. That way, we would have somewhere to lay our heads and Camille would have somewhere to stay when we finally leave.The agent was gesturing animatedly, clearly trying to haggle for a higher price, but Kane’s calm and intimidating demeanor kept him in check. If not for me, Kane wouldn't care what price the house was and paid right away. But that wasn't something I'm going to allow.Behind me, Camille shifted nervously. She had been lingering close since we arrived at the house currently being inspected. Her glances were hesitant, like she was testing the waters before speaking to me. I didn’t make it easy for her either. I kept my focus on Kane and the house.Finally, she cleared her throat softly. "Catherine?"I didn’t look at her. "What?"She sighed, stepping a little closer, her voic
CATHERINE While Camille shared her story, I couldn’t help but notice how her eyes were filled with the memories. There was pain there, guilt too, and perhaps the faintest trace of longing for something lost.I leaned forward slightly, my curiosity piqued. “Did Benita have any family you could have reached out to? Someone who might have known where she went?”Camille shook her head slowly, her lips pressing into a thin line. “No,” she said. “At least, not that I was aware of. During my time with her, she never mentioned anyone. It was like she was alone in the world, just like I was. That made waiting for her even harder because there was no one I could turn to for answers. No one who might’ve known what happened to her.”Her voice wavered at the end, and I could see how deeply it had affected her. I couldn’t imagine the loneliness she must’ve felt, the helplessness of waiting for someone who might never return. First, it was her mate, then Benita.“What happened to the house you st
KANEThe city streets were quieter than I remembered, but then, this place wasn’t a place for lingering memories or sentiment; I had business to handle, and I knew exactly where to start. If I wanted to reclaim what was mine, I needed allies—resources and information.My first stop was a large warehouse on the edge of the district. Marcus was a man who dealt in supplies—food, weapons, medical kits—anything you could think of, he could get. He owed me favors from long ago, back when I had helped him climb to the top of the supply chain. We've know each other way before then and so far so good, he has been one of the greatest supplier to the castle. Nothing enters the castle without the butlers’ and staff knowledge and they're aways quality products from him. Well... except when it's out of his reach.I approached the steel gates, flanked by two guards with rifles slung over their shoulders. They looked me up and down, recognizing who I was but showing no sign of acknowledgment.“Tell
KANECatherine and I sat in a quieter corner of the camp. The refugees had settled into their tents, though the occasional cough or muffled cry punctuated the stillness. Catherine who had been assisting Camille all day handed me a bowl of stew they had prepared earlier, her fingers brushing against mine for a brief second before she settled beside me.Her presence was kind of the most helpful thing at that moment. I glanced at her, watching her face as she surveyed the camp. She was different here as her usual edge was tempered by a quiet resilience which made me want to tell her everything.“I’ve put some things in place,” I began. She turned to me, her blue eyes locking onto mine, giving me her full attention. “I spoke to two people in the city earlier today. Marcus will supply us with whatever we need here at the camp, and Evelyn has given me information—names, locations, movements. It’s not much, but it’s a start.”Catherine tilted her head, her lips curving into a small smile. “T
CATHERINE The moment we stepped through the door of our rented home, I noticed Kane's reaction. He moved quietly. He dropped his coat on the chair, not bothering to hang it, and slumped into the nearest seat by the window. His posture, the way he paced about angrily.I closed the door softly behind me, giving him a moment. Kane wasn’t the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but today's event probably caused that..After a moment, I approached him cautiously, pulling a chair to sit beside him. “Kane,” I called out to him. “What’s wrong?”He didn’t look at me immediately. “It’s nothing,” he replied, trying to sound fine but his tone betrayed him. I reached out, resting my hand lightly on his arm. “You’ve never been a good liar,” I said gently. “Talk to me.”For a moment, I thought he would brush me off again. But then he sighed, long and deep, and turned to face me. His eyes, for the first time, looked lost.“Do you think I’m a monster, Catherine?” he asked, raw and low.The ques
CATHERINE Camille stepped into the room with a tray of snacks and the scent of freshly baked bread wafted in the air. I rolled my eyes in appreciation. At least, the smell of fresh food will ease the tension in the space and it did as she approached; slightly, though.“I thought you two might need something to eat,” she said softly, setting the tray on the small table in front of us.Kane sat up straighter, nodding his thanks. “Thank you, Camille,” he said with a rare warmth in his tone. “You didn’t have to, but I appreciate it.”Camille gave him a small smile. “It’s the least I can do. You’re both working so hard to help the people out there. Besides,” she added, a teasing note creeping into her tone, “it’s not every day I get to play hostess for royalty.”Kane chuckled lightly, surprising me. “Well, if royalty means sleeping on a cot and hauling supplies, then yes, I suppose you’re right.”Camille laughed and for a moment, the atmosphere felt lighter.Kane leaned back slightly, stu
CATHERINE Kane, Camille, and I followed Mark back to the camp at a near run. My chest heaved, not just from the pace but from the dread pooling in my stomach. The thought of the children, all those little lives, crying in pain made me scared and nervous.Getting to the camp, their wails reached us first, piercing the air with heartbreaking sharpness. When we entered the makeshift area where they were gathered, my breath hitched. Several kids were sprawled on thin mats or cradled in their parents’ arms, their faces red and streaked with tears. Bright red spots covered their skin, some of them oozing pus where the children had scratched too hard.Camille pressed a hand to her mouth, and Kane immediately stepped forward. He crouched beside the nearest child, gently inspected the spots on their arms and face. “This isn’t just a rash,” he observed, turning his sharp gaze to me.I knelt beside him, examining another child. The spots were clustered and raw, and some even looked infected.
CATHERINE The night had been restless. Sleep was a distant memory, chased away by the lingering ache of Kane’s absence. Every rustle of the wind, every crackling of the fire outside the tent, made me wonder where he was and if he was safe.I sat on the edge of the cot, staring at my hands when Camille suddenly rushed in, looking all antsy like something terrible had just happened. In her hand was the small, battered phone Kane had left behind, the phone which was used to communicate with us. It chimed again and I noticed a faint glow of the screen illuminating her fingers.“Catherine,” she called out to me, looking so serious. “There’s a message.”My heart leaped into my throat. “From Kane?”She nodded and handed me the phone. My fingers trembled as I swiped at the screen, revealing a simple yet piercing message:“Meet me at the quiet garden just outside the town’s border. I miss you so much. Kane.”My stomach twisted. K
CATHERINE When I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the silence. The camp, usually humming with activity, felt oddly subdued. Stretching out on the bed, I instinctively reached for Kane, but the space beside me was cold. My heart sank.I sat up, scanning the room. His cloak was gone, as were his boots. Panic surged through me.“Camille!” I called out in a bit of a yell.The door creaked open, and Camille appeared, looking all cautious. “You’re awake.”“Where is Kane?” I demanded, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “Don’t tell me he left.”Camille hesitated, her hands fidgeting. That was all the confirmation I needed.“He did, didn’t he?” My voice cracked. Anger bubbled in my chest, together with a sense of betrayal. “And he didn’t even have the decency to tell me? To say goodbye?”“Catherine—”I cut her off, pacing the small room. “How could he do this? After everything, he just leaves? What if something happens to him?”Camille stepped forward, raising g her hand
KANEThe silence in the dungeon stretched, broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing from somewhere in the darkness. I leaned back against the cold, damp wall, thinking about methods and strategies as well as the possibilities that came with them. Zelda might think she’d won, but she underestimated me.The burglary creaked slightly, catching my attention. I sat up, my senses sharpening. Footsteps echoed down the corridor. The guards wouldn’t be walking down here for no good reason, and Zelda never treaded anywhere without making an announcement of her presence.I focused my ear to listen to whose footstep it was but before I could, the shadow that appeared before my cell brought a faint smirk to my lips.“Durmas,” I said quietly. “Took you long enough.”Durmas glanced over his shoulder before stepping closer, his face serious. “Kane,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the burning torches. “I thought they might have beaten the fight out of you, but you look... surp
KANEIt didn't take long after I stepped out of Durmas’s chambers when I saw her—Zelda. She was standing in the center of the corridor, flanked by her entourage of loyalists. Her posture was regal, but I could see the malice dancing in her eyes. She walked toward me with a disarming smile, her hands folded delicately in front of her.“Ah, my son,” she said in a honey coated voice. “You’ve finally returned home. I was starting to worry about you.”I stopped in my tracks, fixing her with a hard stare. “Cut the act, Zelda.”Her smile faltered, the saccharine sweetness fading just slightly. “Act? What do you mean?”I stepped closer, closing the gap between us. “Spare me the pretense. I’d rather deal with the real you—the scheming, conniving woman I know you to be. At least then, I know what I’m up against.”A bit of irritation crossed her face, but she quickly masked it with a soft laugh. Behind her were the people she had brought with her, guards, attendants, and advisors. They bowed th
KANEThe journey to the castle was grueling. Night had fallen, and the cold wind howled through the space as I drove past. I kept my senses sharp and my ears tuned to every sound around me. It was dark, no doubt creatures lurked around, some more dangerous than others.After a while, I paused my journey when I was about to get to the border. I can't just get in blindly. Suddenly, a snap echoed to my right and I would down the car window. My hand instinctively reached for my dagger, holding it tightly in my palm."Come out," I growled into the darkness.For a moment, there was silence. Then, from the shadows, a man stumbled forward, his clothes torn and his face pale with fear. His hands were raised in surrender."Please," he croaked, collapsing to his knees. "Don’t kill me. I mean no harm."I alighted cautiously, keeping my weapon ready. "Who are you? What are you doing here? It's fucking cold and dry out here.""My name’s Garret," he said, trembling. "I’m from the city. I was traveli
KANECatherine had finally fallen asleep, her chest heaving as she breathed in slumber. I could feel her worry radiating off her even as she slept with the way she clung so tightly to me. Gently, I shifted her in my arms and laid her down on the couch. I smoothed a strand of hair from her face, leaned down, and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.She might not know it, but I understood her well enough even if she tried her best not to show her worry deeply. She tried masking it not wanting to burden me. I knew her that well at least."Sleep well," I whispered. She stirred for a moment but didn’t wake.Straightening up, I made my way to the door, pausing only briefly to glance back at her peaceful, albeit tear-streaked face. The sight made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to step outside, closing the door quietly behind me. Camille was already waiting. I had nudged her earlier informing her to let us talk outside before laying Catherine off my chest."What’s the plan?" she asked
CATHERINE Back in the house, Kane paced back and forth, his heavy footsteps echoing against the hardwood floors. His brows were furrowed, as he was thinking. Each time he turned, frustration radiated off him in waves. We had made sure nobody left the camp after the incident, not even Davina and her team."Damn it," Kane muttered under his breath, filled with anguish. "I can’t just stand here while those kids... while more people suffer because of me."I sat at the edge of the couch, thinking too. Camille perched beside me, her gaze bouncing between Kane and me. I knew she was struggling to piece together what she’d just learned since she had no idea how Kane's relationship with Zelda was or who Esme really was.Finally, Camille broke the silence cautiously. "Catherine, explain this to me again. From the beginning. I need to understand what’s really happening here."I drew in a deep breath before diving into details. "Esme isn’t who we thought she was. She’s one of Zelda’s pawns, sen
CATHERINE “Esme,” I muttered. I didn't even know when the word left my lips. She was one of Zelda’s closest allies, a woman Kane and I both knew too well. Well, Kane knew her more than I did. I only got the chance to know her because of the mating ceremony which was of course, ruined.Seeing Davina’s face change into Esme’s was like being struck by lightning. My legs felt weak, and for a moment, I thought I’d collapse. The world spun as I struggled to reconcile the two faces. How could this have happened?Camille’s voice broke through my haze of disbelief. “Catherine, what’s going on? Do you know her?”I turned to my sister, my voice shaky. “She’s… she’s Esme. Zelda’s friend. I saw her when I was preparing for the mating ceremony with Kane. She was there. I… I can’t believe this.”Esme’s sly smile only added to the knot of unease in my chest. I pointed a trembling finger at her. “What are you doing here? What is the meaning of this?”Esme’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Delivering
KANEThe scent my beast picked up wasn't just a normal odouror something. It was a feeling. But I didn't have the chance to decipher what it was. Fear? Intimidation? I wasn't sure. But it was a very good feat for me nevertheless. It led me to someone because as soon as it disappeared, it returned. My wolf prowled close to the surface, growling with anticipation, urging me to act, to find the truth buried in the fear-stricken crowd. I could feel the lies hanging in the air, the deceit woven among these so-called helpers. And I so much would tear it out, root and stem, no matter the cost.“Bring them forward,” I barked thunderously, pointing to some of the people ahead. If they weren't going to talk willingly, I might as well try another method.The men I gave the orders to dragged the first suspect into the center of the clearing. It was a young medic, pale and trembling, his glasses askew on his nose. I paced in front of him like a predator.“Name,” I demanded.“D-David, sir,” the ma