CATHERINE “Because I can’t let you do this,” Damon's words hung in the air, impossible to ignore. My mind raced, searching for an explanation, a reason for his sudden boldness.“You’re not making any sense,” I said in a shaking tone. “What do you mean you can’t let me? This is… this is what’s supposed to happen.”“Supposed to happen?” he echoed bitterly. “Catherine, do you even want this? Truly want this? Or are you just going along with it because it’s expected of you?”His question struck me like a blow. I opened my mouth to reply but found I couldn’t. What was he trying to drive at exactly?Damon’s gaze softened, but his resolve didn’t falter. “I had to come,” he said quietly. “I couldn’t stay silent anymore. Not when I know this isn’t what you deserve.”I shook my head, my thoughts a whirlwind. “This… this is not your decision to make.”“No,” he agreed. “It’s not. But it’s yours, Catherine. And I need you to ask yourself if this is truly what you want—what you need.”I stared a
KANEAs Zelda adjusted the final fold of my ceremonial sash, she turned to leave the room, her gown swishing lightly against the floor. Just as her hand touched the doorknob, I spoke.“Mother, wait.”She paused, turning back with an arched brow. “Yes, Kane?”I studied her for a moment. Something about her demeanor—the too-smooth way she deflected questions left me unsettled. “I have a question,” I uttered casually. “What are your real reasons for coming back to the castle?”Her smile faltered for a split second before returning with practiced ease. “I told you already,” she said smoothly. “I came to see my son mated and freed from the curse. It’s been my wish for centuries, Kane.”I stepped closer, folding my arms. “That’s what you said. But is that all?”Zelda’s eyes narrowed slightly, though her smile remained intact. “What else would it be?”“I don’t know,” I said, probing. “That’s why I’m asking.”She let out a soft laugh, as though I’d made a joke. “Kane, you’ve always been su
KANE“Damon,” I growled, low and dangerous, barely recognizable even to myself.Damon didn’t flinch. His hand remained in place, with the dagger gleaming ominously in the dim light.“Kane,” he said, calmly as though we were discussing some trivial matter instead of him holding a blade to my mate’s throat.“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, stepping further into the room, fists clenched. My beast clawed at the surface, begging for control, but I held it back—for now.“I’m doing what’s necessary,” Damon replied, his eyes flickering to Catherine before returning to me. “For her.”“For her?” I echoed incredulously, getting more angry. “You think threatening her life is for her benefit?”“You don’t understand,” Damon said. “She doesn’t belong here, Kane. She deserves more than being trapped with a cursed beast. She deserves freedom.”Catherine whimpered softly, her eyes darting between us. “Kane…” she whispered, trembling.“Let her go, Damon,” I said, each word a warning. “Now.”D
KANEImmediately Catherine collapsed and I saw her body going limp and cold, something inside me snapped. The world around me turned into a blur of rage and fear as I watched her—my mate, the one person who could free me from this curse—slowly slip away. I could feel a rush of hormones like a tide within me as my heart hammered violently against my ribs, and before I knew it, I let out a howl.It wasn’t a sound of sorrow, though. It was primal, a desperate cry that came from the deepest part of me, the part that had been caged for too long. It was a warning, a call that resonated through the entire pack, a declaration that something was terribly wrong.The pack’s response came quickly, but it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to reach me. I could feel the beast clawing at my insides, begging to be freed. I could feel its hunger, its desire for vengeance, and the uncontrollable need to rip everything and everyone to pieces. And I couldn’t stop it.I felt the change in my bones before I
CATHERINE The moment I opened my eyes, the dull ache in my head turned into sharp pain. My whole body protested as I tried to sit up. The surface beneath me was hard, like an old wooden bed, and the air smelled faintly of damp earth and dust. Where was I?Everything around me was dim, and as my vision slowly adjusted, I took in the surroundings. It was a small, shabby room with cracked walls and an unkempt floor. It didn’t look like anywhere in the castle. My heart skipped a beat.I swung my legs to the side, trying to get up, but I felt dizzy, and my legs buckled beneath me. Just as I was about to hit the ground, strong arms caught me mid-fall.“Easy there,” a familiar voice said softly.My gaze snapped upward, and I froze. Damon.He was calm, almost tender, as he steadied me and helped me sit back on the edge of the bed.“How are you feeling?” he asked, crouching in front of me so we were eye level.For a moment, I didn’t say anything. My throat felt dry, and my mind was racing, tr
CATHERINE The door creaked open, and I tensed, gripping the crude, rusted sharp hook I’d found behind the bed. There was no way I was going to sit down comfortably without doing anything. Since he wasn't going to let me go, I might as well do well to escape. Damon walked in, carrying a plate of food and a glass of water. He looked so calm, almost unnervingly so, as he approached. “You need to eat, Catherine,” he said, setting the plate on a small, wobbly table near the bed. “You’ve been relying on nothing but those solutions and drugs to keep you alive while you were unconscious. This is real food. You need your strength.” I didn’t respond. I fixed my eyes on the far wall. My heart was pounding so loudly I was certain he could hear it, but I kept my grip firm on the hook, hidden beneath the loose folds of my dress. “Catherine,” Damon repeated, almost pleading. “Look at me.” Slowly, I turned my head, flashing him a cold and unyielding glare as much as I could muster. “I don’t
CATHERINE I sat there, bound and helpless with my wrists sore from Damon’s unrelenting restraint. The ache in my shoulders was nothing compared to the frustration boiling within me. Damon would come in like clockwork, bringing me food and hovering over me as though I were some priceless artifact. His eyes would watch my every move, ensuring I didn’t try anything reckless.It was maddening.Every attempt I made to escape had been futile. Once, I’d faked needing to use the bathroom, thinking I could slip past him when his guard was down. But he’d caught me, dragging me back with a smug look that made my skin crawl.Now, I was out of ideas, out of strength. My body ached, but my mind raced. I couldn’t give up. Not yet.I leaned my head back against the wall, my thoughts swirling. If brute strength and wit wouldn’t get me out of here, maybe I needed a different approach. Something subtle.Think, Catherine. What does Damon want?It was clear he wanted me to believe he was my protector, th
CATHERINE Words. Hushed whispers. Pleas? I couldn't tell as it all filtered into my subconscious, pulling me from the depths of sleep. For a moment, I lay still, disoriented, before realizing the words weren’t part of a dream. They were real. Someone was speaking, just a few inches from my ear.“I’ve always known,” the voice murmured, and a chill ran down my spine the instant I recognized who was speaking up close. It was Damon. His proximity had a way of making my stomach churn as usual.“I knew you’d come around eventually,” he continued, his breath warm against my skin. “You’ve always been meant for me, Catherine. Even when you didn’t realize it.”I resisted the urge to open my eyes or flinch away. I knew better than to react now. Instead, I kept my breathing steady, feigning the deep rhythm of sleep, even though I was awake.“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” Damon went on. “You’re safe with me. I’ll make you see that, no matter how long it takes. I’ll give you the life you de
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
KANEThe camp was buzzing with intense activity as everyone scrambled from one place to another, trying to help the other children. I stood at the center, thinking, calculating, observing what everyone was doing. What if this whole thing they were all doing was just a facade and would probably just lead to more death? What if Zelda's minion did his job already and left? So many what ifs crossed my mind incessantly.At this point, I couldn't help but howl, a loud guttural one that evhoed through the air, demanding attention. Everyone froze, and their hands stilled, their eyes snapping to me as I stood tall, coldly glancing at them. Whatever it was, I have to figure it out.I turned to six strong men I trusted since we worked together all along. “I want every new person in this camp, everyone who wasn’t here before the outbreak, out in the clearing. Now.”The men hesitated for a beat, exchanging uneasy glances. One of them, a wiry man with greying hair, dared to ask, “Even the doctors
AUTHOR'S POVAfter hours of treating the children and stabilizing their symptoms, one of Davina’s team members, a scientist named Dr. Elena, approached her, holding a clipboard in one hand and a phone in the other. She was the one Davina said she would reach out to earlier."I’ve analyzed the samples," Dr. Elena said briskly showing the clipboard to Davina. "It’s not smallpox, though it mimics it in many ways. It’s a viral strain, an offshoot of the Orthopoxvirus family."Davina frowned. "What does that mean? How is it similar but not the same?"Dr. Elena adjusted her glasses, explaining further. "The virus shares genetic markers with smallpox but has mutated in a way that makes it less deadly and more treatable. Its symptoms are similar, fever, rash, and fatigue. But the pustules it forms are superficial. They don’t penetrate the skin deeply like smallpox does. Technically, it’s an engineered virus, possibly accidental, but it’s much weaker."Davina narrowed her eyes. "Engineered? Me
CATHERINE Things began returning to normal little by little as Davina sprang into action. She gave out instructions to the parents and volunteers who were hovering helplessly around the tent."I need everyone to leave this tent immediately," she announced strictly in a way that left the parents no choice but to obey. "If you are not directly assisting, you’re only adding to the confusion. Parents, please step outside and wait. I will provide updates as soon as I can."Reluctantly, the parents began to move out of the tents, with worry and tear-streaked faces. A few resisted at first, clinging to their sick children, but Kane’s intervention at the entrance helped to expedite the process. He stood there like a sentry glancing at them all intimidatingly.If there was anything about Kane that scares me, it was how his looks commands things. Just one look and things were already where he wanted them or how he wanted them to be without him evening snapping his fingers sometimes.Once the s
CATHERINE The car door swung open, and a young lady, assumed to be Davina stepped out. She was a striking woman in her late thirties, with jet-black hair that fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Her almond-shaped eyes, scanned her surroundings before they landed on the old woman who was outside already. She was dressed in practical yet stylish clothing, a fitted blazer over a patterned blouse, paired with dark jeans. One other thing, she carried herself with an air of quiet authority. That couldn't go unnoticed."Mara!" she exclaimed and hurried up the steps, pulling the old woman into a firm hug. "It’s been too long. How have you been? And why are you looking so stressed? I thought we talked about this!"Mara chuckled softly, patting Davina’s back. "Oh, Davina, you know me. Stubborn as always. But I’m managing just fine. You, on the other hand, look like you’ve been working yourself to the bone again. When will you learn to take a break?"Davina pulled back slightly, her eyes
CATHERINEThe old woman gestured for us to take a seat as she also say onto the worn wooden bench outside her modest home. She exhaled slowly, rubbing her lower back before speaking to us once again.“Like I said, you guys are lucky,” she began. “There’s a doctor named Davina coming into town today.”My heart lifted slightly, though I caught the wary glint in Kane’s eyes as he leaned forward. His imposing frame cast a long shadow over the woman.“What’s she coming to town for?” he asked, suspiciously.The old woman looked at him, unbothered by his intimidating demeanor. “She’s here for her usual round. I’m diabetic, you see, and she checks up on me every few months. A kind soul, that one. Always makes sure I’m doing all right.”Camille clasped her hands together, her face lighting up with relief. “Thank heavens! That’s exactly what we need right now. Thank you so much for telling us, ma’am.”But the woman held up her hand, stopping Camille mid-celebration. “Hold on, young lady. Davin