Chapter 6 - Katrina

I was having trouble falling asleep as I couldn’t get that torture scene out of my mind, and it only got weirder from the torture scene. When I’d managed to fall asleep, I was back in that room. The two men had collapsed to the ground, blood dripping down their backs like I was watching some horror show.

My heart broke as I looked at them, especially the brunette. He didn’t look worse off than the blonde, but the weird mirror me with no fashion sense was leaning over him. “Hey, leave him alone, face stealer.” I shouted as she gripped his chin, turning his face to her.

Of course, she didn’t hear me or even acknowledge I was in the room. I don’t know what Bisnonna is trying to make me see, but I don’t like this. What kind of freaky vision is this? Is this a warning that I will go off the deep end and turn evil? I can’t see that ever happening. And I don’t have the stomach for torture like Chesed and André do. I’m not even a Dom when it comes to kinky bedroom activities.

I need to stop trying to find a reason for this vision. I won’t figure it out on my own. This is witchy shit which means I need to talk to Bisnonna. Knowing that Crone, no I’m not being disrespectful it’s her title in the coven, she won’t tell me anything straight. She likes her riddles and playing her cards close to her chest.

My best choice was to try and remember as much detail as possible to bring to Bisnonna. The problem was I couldn’t understand what she was doing, but she whispered something in Latin in his ear before blowing some green powder in his face. I should have paid more attention when Bisnonna tried to teach me Latin. But I didn’t want to learn it since I had no powers.

I tried to interact with what I was seeing, throwing a punch and even trying to kick the woman, but it was like I was a ghost in this dream. I hate feeling useless. I feel that way when I’m awake since I’m the human in the pack. And now I’m useless even in my dreams. So annoying.

Even more annoying is that no matter how I try to move as she used magic, that’s just great mirror me has magic and I don’t; levitating them from the space is that I couldn’t get a look at either of their faces. How was I supposed to save them if I didn’t know who they were? It was starting to piss me off.

And this dream, vision, whatever took a sharp left as I tried to follow them out the door. I stepped out of that door, and instead of a hallway, I found myself trying not to fall into what looked like a bottomless pit. Trying is the key word because I fell into the darkness despite my best efforts.

“Just fucking great, the dropped down a bottomless pit bit. Great. If this is your doing, Bisnonna, we are having words later, and by words, I mean I’m going to cuss you out.” I grumbled, folding my arms as I made my endless descent into the void.

I leisurely looked all around but couldn’t see anything more than my arm’s length. It was like I was the light source, yet as I reached out, I couldn’t find a wall. How wide is this pit? I’m a good average height for a woman, damn it. I’m one hundred seventy-three centimeters. So, I’m not that short.

I didn’t seem to be falling very quickly. I almost wondered if I was falling at all or just suspended in this void. But I got my answer as I started seeing clocks, melted and malformed clocks of different sizes and designs. What in the name of Lewis Carroll is going on in this place?

As my feet touched the bottom, all the clocks started to chime; the sound was deafening. “Girl, wake up! Your alarm has been going off for like fifteen minutes, and some of us need our beauty sleep, and you are ruining mine.” André grumbled, kicking my bed as he pressed my alarm clock against my ear.

I grumbled, opening my eyes to roll over and glare at my twin. His blue mohawk was braided and in his rainbow silk romper pajamas, looking like the gay pride swamp monster with that green overnight facial cream on his face and fuzzy neon blue slippers. If there was ever a poster child for being a prima-donna, it’s André.

“Back off, rainbow swamp thing.” I grunted and shoved his foot, making him stumble. But of course, the bitch catches his balance like the agile werewolf he is instead of landing on his ass as I wanted. I huffed, throwing my blankets back to get out of bed.

“I would be offended, but I had a long night and lack the energy for a witty comeback.” André held a hand to his chest as if I offended him. We’ve been teasing each other our whole lives, and we both know we love each other and would kill for and die for each other. He’s my ride-or-die bitch.

“You should borrow my face cream; you know I’m always willing to share my products. You look like hell. The little Fayte sisters couldn’t have been that much trouble.” André frowned, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Talk to me, sis. What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. Just some weird dreams. I’ll talk to Bisnonna to see if she has insight on them or maybe some tea I can drink before bed to make them stop.” I assured him. I love my brother, but unlike me, he’s the Alpha Heir of our pack, and with what the Fayte sisters told me last night, we are going to war, and he’ll need to focus.

“Okay. But if it becomes an issue, you’ll tell me, right?” André was serious, not something he often was. I knew his concern for me was genuine, though.

“Yeah, sure. Now go back to bed before one of the Faytes sees you and screams bloody murder. I need to get dressed and check on them. They’ll need to borrow my clothes until I can take them to town to buy clothes in their sizes.” I smiled, nudging him off my bed.

“Go… sleep off the late night spent in this week’s flavor of the week’s ass.” I teased.

In true André fashion, he sashayed to my door, pausing to stick his tongue out at me. “I’ll have you know I handled business first, dragging Santi to the dungeon for Papa because he dared to suggest raping our new stepmother. And then I may have stopped by Piero’s for a quickie.” He chuckled as he shut my door.

I blinked as his words sunk in. Santi suggested raping Crista!? Oh, he’s a dead man. Even if she weren’t Papa’s mate, Sanit would be a dead man. Chesed may be an asshole wolf that whores it up and keeps my Papa in the passenger seat, but he would never stand for rape.

I quickly showered and dressed before going to the younger girls’ bedroom. To my surprise, it was Crista who greeted my knock. “Morning, girls. Morning, Luna.” I smirked, bowing my head to Crista.

“Can you not call me that?” Crista rolled my eyes. Oh, I know that look. That’s not about being called Luna per se, but that being called Luna means accepting she is mates with my Papa and accepting Chesed.

“What did the dick wolf do?” I sighed, folding my arms

“He exists.” She shrugged.

I sighed again. “Look, I know Chesed is an ass most of the time. But my Papa isn’t. He’s a good man that’s been hurt a lot. So please don’t hurt him.” I frowned.

Crista frowned, looking pensive. “I make no promises. I have to put the safety of my sisters ahead of anything else.” She shook her head.

“Hey, don’t use us as an excuse to hurt your mate.” Persephone shook her head.

“He’s let us stay. So maybe he’s not all that bad?” Delilah softly suggested.

Well, at least the little ones haven’t let Chesed’s behavior last nightmare their opinion of my Papa. I like to believe even in Chesed’s cold dark heart, there is some good.

“Fine. I’ll try. But I am still apprehensive about this whole thing. We need to focus on reclaiming our pack. To find any survivors. Maybe Thales survived. We’re too far from home to reach out to him. But we’d feel it if he was dead.” Crista sighed.

“Well, you can talk to Papa about all that. I’m sure he’s got wolves watching your old pack’s territory and looking for a way to reach that little shit, Ignazio.” I shrugged.

“Why would he do that?” She naively questioned.

“You, silly woman.” I rolled my eyes.

“Think what you like about Alpha Chesed, but that wolf isn’t going to let an attack against his mate go. He will rip Ignazio to shreds for attacking you.” I smirked. “Now come on. Let’s head to my room and see what I have that you can wear for the day. We’ll have to see about going shopping to get you new clothes later.” I declared, gesturing for them to follow me.

I love my room and that Papa gave me free rein in decorating it. I opted for a warm, inviting, and elegant space with shades of gray, white, and pops of red like the streaks in my hair. I like to think it suits me perfectly.

“Whoa.” Persephone blinked. “You have a hell of a room.” she nodded.

“Thank you. I decorated it myself. As you can tell, red is my signature color.” I winked, running a hand over my curls before throwing up the doors to the walk-in closet.

“Where do you get your hair dyed? I always wanted to get streaks in my hair. Or just outright dye it to not be a blonde.” Persephone asked as I started pulling clothes off hangers.

“Oh, I don’t. This is natural. Like how André has that blue streak, I have red streaks. No clue why. We just do. André says it’s because we are too fabulous to have normal hair. I think it’s more to do with being hybrids or half-breeds as some rudely call us.” I huffed, putting some outfits onto the bench at the end of the bed.

“Now then. Little one, I think this will look adorable on you. And I have a belt, so it won’t be so loose.” I smiled, pointing to Delilah holding up a mint green summer dress.

I know how it fits me, so I’m making a rough guess on how it will fit the youngest Fayte sister. I picked it mainly because her coloring, especially her eyes, will look gorgeous.

“It’s beautiful.” Delilah commented, stripping out of the pajamas to put the dress on.

Considering what kind of party dress Persephone wore last night, I selected a cute blouse and capri pants. She seemed happy with the pairing even if she didn’t quite have the chest to fill out the blouse as I do.

“Now for our Luna. Something to knock my Papa on his ass.” I grinned, holding up a stunning wrap dress. It was robin’s egg blue with a floral print. The hem had a draped effect, so the fabric came to points giving it a feeling of movement.

“I don’t want to elicit any reaction from him.” Crista sighed, yet still changed into the dress.

“Well, you might not want to, but you’re going to. You have a bigger chest than me. Very jealous, by the way. And now you have to keep the dress. I’ll never be able to look that good in it.” I whistled, turning her to the full-length mirror.

I grinned as she sucked in a breath looking at her reflection. The dress accented every curve of her body. Papa is going to be drooling.

“Maybe I should wear something else.” She frowned, looking at the amount of cleavage the dress showed.

“No way!” Persephone exclaimed.

“You look so pretty dressed like that. Like a Luna. Mommy would be so proud.” Delilah said with tears starting to slip from her eyes. I knew that won Crista over. How can she argue with such an endorsement?

“Okay. I’ll wear it.” Crista caved, hugging Delilah.

“Good because you look hot in it. Now for shoes.” I clapped, digging out some flats for the younger girls and a pair of soft pink heels for Crista. “These look best with the dress.” I stated.

The Fayte’s have bigger feet. Only little Delilah could fit into the flats I’d given her. “I can’t wear these.” Crista frowned. “Looks like you and I got big feet.” Persephone smiled, shrugging as she wiggled her bare toes on the carpet.

“It’s okay. We’ll get shoes when you get clothes.” I shrugged. “Now, let’s go eat. I can whip up something delicious.” I smiled. I love cooking. It’s the one thing that Papa and I share. He taught me everything he knows and even lets me read from his ‘Bible,’ aka Bisnonna Katrina’s cookbook.

Of course, upon arriving in the kitchen, it was clear I didn’t have to cook. Papa was going all out to impress his mate. And I assume he’s looking to get her sisters on his side too.

And I love being right as I had to take over some of the cooking as he was too busy staring at Crista. Papa may be out of practice, but he managed to woo my mother, so I’m confident he can do the same with Crista. Now, if only Crista could warm up to him more. I get she’s been through hell in a short time, but having her mate at her side can and will only make her stronger.