All Chapters of Panther's Pet: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Malcolm It was a fate worse than death. The mother of my child, the woman I loved more than life itself—doesn't even remember who I am anymore! I was half-tempted to pay those witches a visit in jail and make them pay for what they had done to my family. I would have, too, if it wasn't for the fact that I had a child to look after. My daughter needed me more than ever now and I couldn't let her down again. I was a good father, I knew that. But this was the first time in my life that I had been forced to grow up and accept responsibility for my actions. It wasn't easy—but it was something I would have to do until the day I died if it meant keeping my daughter safe and happy. I pulled up a chair and sat next to my daughter's incubator. She was asleep, swaddled up like a burrito. Zyria looked so peaceful—so innocent. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she was when she slept like that. I reached out and gently ran my finger down her cheek. Zyria smiled in her sleep, obviously enjo

MalcolmI admired Catalina's determination to breastfeed our daughter. That was one of the many things I loved about her. She was persistent, that was how she got me to fall for her in the first place. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and she was mine. Or at least I hoped she was still mine.I knew that she was falling apart when I saw her crying with our daughter in her arms. I wanted to take her pain away, but I didn't know how. She wouldn't let me help her, and that hurt me more than anything else ever could have.I was worried that Catalina was going to give up on breastfeeding, and I didn't want that for her. I wanted to support her in any way that I could, but she wouldn't have it. She didn't want me there when she tried again. I felt like a failure as a boyfriend because of all of this. I felt like I didn't know how to be there for her, and that hurt. It was making me feel like my whole world was falling apart around me.Then she finally agreed to let me help h

How could those witches be alive when we all watched them die? My heart was racing in my chest as Malcolm, my brother Roman, and I drove toward where they were buried—the location where we'd previously encountered the Death Stalker. Was I prepared to face that monster again? Even thinking about it gave me nightmares. The stalker was about to kill Emily and me the last time we saw it. Now I was returning there—and I wasn't sure I was prepared for what we might find. The sun was setting when we arrived. I knew we had to find something soon if we were going to find it. We got out of the car and exchanged glances before proceeding to the cabin where the witches Amelia, Syliva, London, and Eden were buried. As we walked across the field, I felt a chill run through my body that had nothing to do with the wind. As we got closer to Eden's grave, I noticed that it was the only one that was open. When I fell backward into a sitting position against the cabin wall, alarm bells went off in my he

CatalinaWhen Ms. Cleo opened her door, I barged inside and strapped Zyria into a baby carrier that I'd brought with me—a black book in hand. "What is this?" I asked, slamming the book down on her dining room table as she looked up at me in surprise—"don't be cryptic about it either because we don't have time for games anymore.""I'm not being cryptic, I'm just confused. What are you doing here?""I'm here to find out what the hell is going on! You've been acting crazy lately and I want to know why. What's this book about? What are these names?" I was so mad that I was shaking. We'd been friends for a while and she had never treated me like this before—like a stranger. It hurt my feelings that she wouldn't confide in me about what was going on, and now it seemed like she didn't even want to look at me anymore. "What's wrong with you?"She cleared her throat before sitting down. She ran her hand over the length of her face and opened the book."It's a list of the people the witches pla

Catalina At Ms. Cleo's house, we set up our research station while she and Bex worked on creating the power transfer spell. The only other person capable of holding that much power was Malcolm, since he was the only one who could use this blade, we decided it was best that he take control of it. I was nervous about the whole thing. I didn't know how this would go, but we had to try it. The only thing that made me feel better was knowing that Ms. Cleo and Bex were there to help us out if anything went wrong.We all gathered in the living room, where we had set up the circle. It was a simple one, just like Ms. Cleo had taught us. The only difference was that it was much larger than normal and had a few more ingredients than we would normally use for this kind of thing. The first thing we did was to call upon all the spirits and elements of nature to come forth, so that they may lend us their power. We all stood there in silence for a few moments, waiting for something to happen. Then,