Catherine's P.O.VThe one reaction that I felt the moment I saw the sword suspended in the air is shock. Philip had his mouth wide open. Once I dropped my hands, the sword dropped to the floor."How did you do that?" Philip asked as he slowly walked towards my side, checking the sword. A strange energy filled my body at that moment and I knew this was no ordinary thing."I don't know!" I replied honestly.He went down and picked up his sword and pointed it towards me. "That was not ordinary, it seemed magical." I couldn't agree less. However, the question worth bearing was how I got to have the power."Can you do it again?" He asked as he plunged his sword to the ground. "Try to lift the sword from the floor." He further added."But I don't know how to do that." He walked closer to me, holding my hands and staring admiringly."Never say you can't. We may not know the source of this power, but I am sure that it didn't just happen. Believe in it and focus on your energy." His words wer
Omniscient P.O.V"The laws of the pack are divine and so, they must be followed accordingly. However it seems you are trying to avoid it Alpha Philip" Everyone stopped and when Catherine looked at where the voice came from, she was surprised to see an old man with a stick in his hand, staring at them. He had a long beard with a threatening mustache."Lord Murdok, your words are wisdom, and being the oldest member of the pack, everyone respects you, and today, I stand to say that never would I cunningly shield the law and not let it take full force. Which is why, the law stating that a Luna must pass the endurance test, would be followed" Catherine was confused as to what Philip meant. Neither had anyone told her of any test and Philip, who was proclaiming to know the law had also kept her in the shadows."The endurance test would take place by dusk. But for the young generation, who haven't witnessed the test, I would like to explain what the test is all about...." Philps turned arou
Catherine POVThe moment I woke up, I looked around the environment and realized I was in the mansion. Staring out the window, it was obvious the day had far gone and the steering silence around wouldn't go unnoticed. While I pondered over the pain I had gone through just to be crowned Luna, I knew with a smile that the people would whole fully accept me.The door suddenly burst open and Philip stepped inside the room. He had a smile on his face and apparently, looked impressed by my endurance during the task. Slowly, he walked up to me in the bed and stayed by my side, his eyes unwavering from my entire existence.I was about to speak but held my speech the moment I noticed his smile has turned into a sadistic grin."It was great seeing my plaything endure the heat just to be a Luna. Such a pity you may be stripped off at the end of the day." I felt my entire body freeze in Shock at Philip's comments. I was hoping it was a dream and I was certainly going to wake up from it."Don't st
Catherine POVI fluttered my eyes open and lifted my hand to wipe my face, it was then I knew that I had hurt my neck. Yes, I remembered. I hurt my neck and...Wait. I looked around. This is not the forest I was running to and this is not my room. I looked up at the ceiling just to see the bright chandelier emitting light. It was so bright. I used my hand to hold my neck in support. Wishing I had a wolf to heal me but I just needed to wait for the slow process to heal up. My life is so messed up right now. In a minute, I feel like I don't belong here, and in another, I wish I had a wolf who would save me from all of this I am passing through. Was I a werewolf? Maybe not because I don't even possess any qualities of a werewolf. Maybe I was just a human like my father. Enough of the thinking. I sat up and looked around. I widened my eyes when I saw the whole room. What the fuck? This is Philip's room. He is the owner of this room. Suddenly, the door burst open and he walked in prou
Tears rolled down my cheek and it spilled on the bed. It was more than his hand. I was sure it was made of leather even though I can't see it. It worsened when he landed the leather thing on my ass again. It sent a hot, rippling pain down my body sending a wrong signal to my pussy. My juice rolled down my thighs. I turned to look at it. It was a leather belt that had been kept in his store room for days and nights. He used it on me again and I couldn't help but scream my lungs out. This was pure wickedness in its highest order. A sea of tears trickled down my cheek continuously as he continues to hit me till my ass cheek was red. I couldn't take it anymore. "Don't hit me anymore... Wait. You are hurting me. Stop this." I screamed out in tears but I think he was enjoying seeing me cry my eyes out. "Beg for me. Tell me you want me. Tell me you want my cock in your pussy. Tell me you will be my slut and whore." He muttered as he won't stop hitting me. By now, my ass cheek was numb and
Catherine's POVHis long, huge erect monster sprung to life. I widened my eyes in shock. No wonder women died underneath him. Is this what they are taking in them? I got scared as I have never been more scared in my life. Is this what I will be taking in me? No, I can't. I would just die like other women. I would never allow this thick, veiny skin inside of me. It's like seven to eight inches long. I would never survive this for sure. He burst into laughter as he stared at my expression. He licked his lips but before he could even think of coming closer to me. I jumped off the bed only for me to land on the floor. I stood up but then I realized I couldn't walk properly. I fell and I looked at him. He walked closer as his cock was dangling in between his thighs. I moved backward till my back landed on the wall. This is the dead end for me. "No, please. Don't come closer to me. Please I am begging you." I covered my mouth when those words escaped my mouth. Did I just beg him? No, I
Plates dropping, kettle steaming, and on top of that, anxiety dissipating. I had always hoped that at some point it never came to this, but I knew the stress would kick in. Staring at the soup, I could only pray to the moon goddess that it was good.It was late into the morning and I had woken up unusually late. I cursed upon seeing the time through a wristwatch I had been gifted by my mother. If Alpha Philips got to know about waking up late, I knew I would be in great trouble. Three days coming, I have been subject to the ridicule of the pack, everyone tends to blame you for the little things that occur and I was no exception to this. The stress had kicked in and even my head continue to ache.Quickly, I grabbed two plates and scooped the soups gently unto the plates, while turning off the heat emanating from the gas. It was seldomly quiet in the mansion, but on today's occasion, everyone had gone to see the school's event, which I ought to be part of.My ears picked up the sound o
Catherine POV"I am sorry." I was already in tears from the impact of the slaps. My cheeks sting in pain and I was certain they would be bruised when I checked them."Sikoa, Anoi." He yelled out and in a matter of minutes, two of the pack soldiers stepped in. He wasn't going to let it slide. "I want you to whip her so hard till I am satisfied." His instructions made me realize that it could be today I will join my parents in their astral plane.I was made to lie down on the cold floor. I stared at the foot of the first soldier, who had a long whip in his left hand. The whip was made of leather and its length sent fear across my body. "Begin," I screamed my lungs out the moment the first whip came in contact with my skin. The impact was going to leave a scar. All I could think of at that moment was death. I needed death to embrace me and take my soul away from the pain and agony.The next few minutes of my life was the most traumatic one; the whip kept coming down on my back simultane
CATHERINE'S POV As I entered the community meeting area, where pack members gathered for talks and declarations, I could feel a sense of anxiety in the air. As soon as I walked in, whispers and whispered talks stopped, and interested eyes looked at me. Skepticism and uncertainty weighed heavily on the air, like an unsaid query demanding a response.I felt the wave of unease that went through the group, a sign of their misgivings about my abrupt promotion to a leadership role. Many were confused by the swift change from a Luna behind confinement to a leader guiding the pack's future, and the doubt that pervaded the atmosphere was reflected in their gazes.The scrutiny became more intense as I got closer to the temporary platform where pack leaders normally addressed the members. The looks on the sea on faces ranged from mistrust to flat-out incredulity. It became very apparent how difficult it was for me to gain their trust.I inhaled deeply before going up on stage, with everyone in
CATHERINE'S POV I was faced with the enormous issue of bringing the pack together, which was weighing heavily on my mind. As two women propelled into roles of authority, Lizzie and I took the lead in this initiative, trying to mend the broken strands of trust and create a unity of sorts.Lizzie and I met in the large study, which was filled with expensive cherry furnishings and bookcases that held innumerable books. As we sat opposite from one another, the weight of duty falling on our heads like a thick blanket, the environment crackled with a feeling of purpose."I had not signed in for this one," Lizzie said, her resolve and doubt visible in her eyes. I sympathized with her; the unanticipated course of events had thrown us into unanticipated roles."Not a single of us did," I said, looking her in the eye. However, we have been given the responsibility of keeping this pack together. We must figure out how to make it function."The stone walls of the study, covered in the understand
CATHERINE'S POV The load of Philip's faith descended upon me as I neared the magnificent assembly hall, the scene of the pack's gathering for a funeral. Seeking a ray of light amid the ocean of sorrow, the weeping werewolves shifted their focus to me. I realized then and there that true leadership is a careful balance between sensitivity and power.I inhaled deeply, calling up the inner power, and entered the hallway prepared to face the obstacles that lay ahead. The mansion, which had once been a stronghold of authority, now served as a furnace whereby the pack's connections would be put to the proof and renewed.The force of the Luna cloak pressed down on me as I waited at the entrance to the magnificent assembly hall. The collective look of the pack, looking for guidance and comfort, made the weight of my newfound responsibilities even more real. I looked to my confidante, Lizzie, and saw tenacity and compassion in the deepest parts of her eyes.The weight of the mission ahead hun
CATHERINE'S POV The devastating news that brought shivers of sadness through the Blood Slashing Pack was heavy on every stride, and the vast house resounded with solemn tones of loss. With sad heart, I made my way through the corridors, dodging the sea of dejected expressions and muffled cries that seemed to permeate the space. The pack was enveloped in grief as word of Philip's passing raced like lightning.The group was in disarray after learning of Philip's alleged death, and their souls were left with a chasm that could not be filled by words of sympathy. I felt the burden of the pack's sorrow bearing toward me as Luna, and I had a duty to stand as a rock of support at this time of sharedThe somber tones of sadness filled the vast estate, resonating through the enormous hallways and passages like an eerie sonata of sorrow. As Luna, I felt the weight of duty bearing upon me, the sorrowful news that had covered the whole Blood Slashing Pack in sorrow weighing down on myself with e
CATHERINE'S POV Every day that passed seemed like a lifetime spent inside the confines of my room. What had previously felt like a golden prison had become a painful expanse of loneliness over two weeks. Furnished with opulent furniture, the room had turned into a haven and a jail.With Ana, my darling little daughter curled up in my arms, there was only one thing to feel better in this stuffy environment. Her innocent look was blind to the struggle swirling inside of me as I attended to her needs, the burden of duty pressing down on me. Even with the room bathed in a subdued brightness from the glowing sunlight filtering through the drapes, the cold that persisted in my heart persisted.The loud ticking of the elaborate wall clock reverberated throughout the room, serving as a constant reminder that time was passing at an excruciatingly slow pace. Two weeks had passed between my fingers like sand grains, and I was left entangled in the opulent maze of affluence that had become a res
LIZZIE'S POVI jumped through the table, my chest still thumping from the rage, and the opulence of the mansion's dining room vanished behind me. I was drawn outside by the scent of the neighboring garden in the evening air. To process the storm of feelings Philip's plea had unleashed inside of me, I wanted the comfort of wide-open spaces.Stepping out of the warm shelter of the evening, I was met by the expansive estate stretching before me. The sky was tinted pink as well as orangeas the sun sank low in the horizon, creating a pleasant glow. I took cover from the deluge of contradictory ideas on a seat tucked away in the garden, the calming sounds of the natural world providing a moment's reprieve.My thoughts raced with questions as I sat down on the bench. What made Philip decide to stage his death t
PHILIP'S POV The sound of my footsteps reverberated across the lavish area, which was opposed to the secret choice I had chosen. Lizzie was sitting at the dining table staring at me expectantly and with anxiety in her eyes.I said, quietly but firmly, "Lizzie, we need to talk."A frown began to develop on her eyebrows as she lifted her head from her plate. Our dining room was spacious and well-furnished, which only served to heighten the significance of the talk that was about to take place."What's happening, Philip?" she said, searching my eyes for information.I sat down across opposite her, the enormity of the speech I intended to utter amplified by the oppressive quiet of the room. "I've accepted a choice, and that's significant because it includes the pack's safety and the possibility of Stanley's treason."Lizzie's eyes narrowed, a mixture of worry and fascination. "Exactly what somewhat choice?"Leaning forward, I placed my palms on the shiny dining tabletop. "I'm about to fa
PHILIP'S POV As I left my house and the small comforts of the family behind, I was met by lengthy shadows from the rising light and relentless trials ahead. Dissatisfaction echoed like spirits in the air, and the familiar smells of the complex told narratives of a pack in disorder.I couldn't stop thinking about Catherine's captivity in our house; the conflict between my responsibilities as an Alpha and a parent kept me restless all the time. I was having trouble sifting through the complicated web that had been created by the pack's requirements, Stanley's lurking danger, and Catherine's deceit.I could hear the pack members' disgruntled whispers as I strolled around the complex. With each second of hesitation that went by, the once-unwavering loyalty that held us together appeared to wane. As the second mate to Philip, I found myself in a difficult position where my loyalty was needed to balance the pack's expectations with Philip's unclear objectives.Beneath my skin was a seethin
LIZZIE'S POVMy wolf was aware of my uneasiness and was restless, just like me. An eerie silence had descended upon the pack ever since Catherine's duplicity was exposed, leaving me to deal with the unnerving fallout from my choice to reveal her.I had known all along just what I wanted to do: expose Catherine's betrayal, provoke Philip's fury, and see as he banishes her, cutting the treacherous thread that jeopardized the cohesion of our pack. However, when the days grew into evenings, the anticipated removal never occurred. Rather, Catherine stayed imprisoned within our Alpha's house, a live symbol of the treachery that hung over us like a shadow.My thoughts were tinged with doubt. Why was Philip so attached to Catherine, the beast who had woven a false web to get within our pack? Was he unaware of the threat she created, or was perhaps a more nuanced reality at play that I was unable to discern?I walked erratically into the center of the courtyard, a raging sea of questions racin