CATHERINE "So, what’s the update with Kane?" Damon asked simply, but there was an edge to them, like he was waiting for something to fall into place—something that would finally give him the upper hand."That’s the reason I’m here, Damon." Zelda stepped forward, as she prepared to divulge the details.I could feel my heart beat a little faster as I strained to hear. Kane’s name again—every mention of him, every mention of the lies surrounding him, made my stomach twist in knots. What was going on with him now? Why were they all talking about him like he was a pawn in some twisted game?"The Council of Elders and the Alphas have impeached Kane," Zelda continued, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "They’ve declared him unfit to rule. The damage he’s caused is too severe for them to ignore any longer." She paused for a moment before she continued. "And so, I’m now the Queen once again. At least for the time being. I’ll serve as regent until another King is appointed."I felt the blo
CATHERINE I had made my decision, and there was no turning back now. I couldn’t just sit around, waiting for Damon and the others to come after me. I needed to find Kane before they did—before they could drag him back to the castle, before Zelda could sink her claws deeper into him. It was my only shot at stopping whatever plans she had for him, and I couldn’t fail.My heart raced as I moved quietly across the room, scanning every corner and every piece of furniture. I needed to find something that would give me an edge, something that could buy me enough time to slip away undetected. And then, there it was—the first aid kit. My hands trembled as I opened it, as I searched it through. I didn't see anything that could help me as I searched it thoroughly. I sifted through the contents, hoping for something useful, when I spotted a small bottle tucked away in the back—sleeping pills. I was elated, an idea obviously forming in my mind upon sight. I quickly snatched it up. This was it
CATHERINE As I darted through the forest, moving between trees and dodging roots, a sudden howl echoed through the air, stopping me in my tracks. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath and my ears strained to pinpoint the source. Then, just as I thought the silence had returned, a voice spoke."Catherine."I froze, glancing around wildly. The voice wasn’t audible in the air; it was in my head. My heart raced as I spun in a slow circle, searching for some logical explanation. Could this be another trick of Damon's?"Who’s there?" I whispered, unsure if I was losing my mind."Catherine, it’s me," the voice spoke again, soft yet commanding, reverberating inside me."Me who?" I demanded, sharply with confusion and fear."Your wolf."I stopped moving as the words settled over me like a cold shock. My wolf? I had never felt her before, never heard from her. I’d always thought... No, I had resigned myself to the belief that she didn’t exist. That I don't have a wolf. That I wasn't f
CATHERINE The forest seemed endless as I stumbled through it. Kane’s weight was dragging me down and my muscles burned with effort. Every step felt like an eternity, but I couldn’t stop. Not with him like this.That’s when I saw it; an opening half-hidden behind a thick curtain of vines. I pushed them aside, revealing the mouth of a small cave. The damp scent of earth and stone greeted me, but it looked dry enough inside, and most importantly, it was hidden.“This will have to do,” I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.With a grunt, I dragged Kane into the cave wit his body limp and unresponsive. I laid him down carefully on the cold stone floor and my heart sank at the sight of him. His breathing was shallow and his skin was pale. He hadn’t stirred once since collapsing in my arms.I knelt beside him, brushing his hair away from his face. “Kane,” I whispered. “You have to wake up. I need you to wake up.”But there was no response.My wolf’s voice was soft but firm. “He need
CATHERINE The next day arrived faster than I anticipated, and despite the exhaustion in me, I found myself heading back to the market.When I reached the woman’s stall, she greeted me with a cautious smile. Her son stood beside her, a tall, lean man with sharp features and intelligent eyes.“You must be Catherine,” he said politely but guarded. “Mother told me about your... situation.”I nodded quickly. “Yes, thank you for agreeing to come with me. It’s urgent.”He glanced at his mother, who gave him a reassuring nod. “Lead the way,” he said, picking up a small bag that presumably held his medical supplies.As we walked through the woods, I kept the conversation light at first, asking him about his experience and how long they’d been in the area.“Not long,” he admitted. “We migrated here a few weeks ago. My family wanted a fresh start. The city we came from... let’s just say it wasn’t safe anymore.”I nodded, feigning casual interest while relief flooded me. If they were new here,
CATHERINE Kane’s body remained heavy against mine as he adjusted to his surroundings. His breaths were shallow, his every movement deliberate and slow, as though he were testing the limits of his strength. The silence was thick, broken only by the occasional crackle of the dying fire.Finally, his hoarse voice broke the quiet. “Where... are we?”His question was raspy, barely audible, but it showed how much confused he was. I shifted, adjusting his position so he could lean more comfortably against the rocky wall of the cave.“We’re in the woods,” I replied softly. “In a cave, far from the castle.”He grunted, his brows furrowing in clear dissatisfaction. His piercing gaze fixed on mine, and the intensity in his eyes reminded me, even in his weakened state, that Kane was still Kane.“Why aren’t we at the castle?” he demanded.I dropped my head, unable to meet his gaze. How could I explain everything without reopening his wounds, both physical and emotional?He caught my hesitation an
CATHERINE Kane's face remained stoic, his piercing gaze fixed on me, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. He didn’t outright dismiss what I had said, yet I could tell he wasn’t ready to fully accept it either.When I opened my mouth to speak again, to plead with him to understand, he cut me off with a sharp shake of his head."I need to see it for myself," he said flatly, devoid of emotion."Kane, you can’t—"He raised a hand, silencing me. "I’m going to check things out," he stated firmly, leaving little room for argument.But he had underestimated me. I was no longer the timid woman afraid to speak her mind. My voice rose, tinged with frustration and desperation. "You’re not going anywhere, Kane!"His eyes widened slightly, more in surprise than anger. I didn’t care."Do you think I’ve been running around, risking my life for you to just throw it all away with your stubbornness?" I yelled, stepping closer to him, my chest heaving. "You’re not well! The doctor said you need time
KANERoaming through the endless expanse of the forest, my legs felt like lead, dragging with every step. The ground beneath me was damp and uneven, but I hardly noticed anymore. My body was running on pure instinct, driven by a hollow ache in my chest that refused to subside. The world around me had become a blur of greens and browns.And then I caught it, a faint trace of her scent. Catherine.The smell was so faint, so fleeting, that for a moment I thought I’d imagined it. My breath hitched as the familiar odour sent different emotions crashing over me: longing, anger, and that deep, gut-wrenching hurt that seemed to have taken permanent residence inside me. But the scent was too weak, diluted with something unfamiliar. Someone else.I clenched my fists, claws digging into my palms. It wasn’t her. It couldn’t be. She wouldn’t be here, not after everything. And if she was... if she was, then why did her scent carry traces of someone else? The thought alone was enough to make my bl
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