[Kathryn]The feeling is familiar – a rabbeting heart, clammy palms, and restlessness. I pace in the living room while Isleen, thanks to the Goddess, remains busy with the picture books I had given her when I left her in her room. I wring my fingers as I pace the length of the plush beige carpet. Who attacked? Why did Caius look so tense? Was Isaac okay? I shouldn’t have let him go without me. I can’t even reach him. He has put up his mental block. Will his injuries re-open? There weren’t any that I noticed the last ni-I keep my brain from taking that path. I just hope he doesn’t suffer because of me. ‘He will be fine,’ Astrid replies calmly. ~~**~~[Isaac]The roar stops the action for a few moments and before I can save Caius, the beta he was fighting escapes his grip by sinking their teeth into his foreleg. It leaps and darts out of anyone’s grasp before melting into the shadows of the woods. A few wolves growl at me but most of them cower. I keep my aura in check. They mustn’
[Kathryn] I fold my arms and wait for his explanation. It’s unusual for him to be injured and not heal. It’s unheard of in the werewolf world. The better the wolf’s rank, the faster they recover, especially an Enigma like him. If he could stomach wolfsbane and not die then something must have happened during the fight. My heart lurches at the thought, but I have my mental block up this time. He won’t get an inkling of what I am feeling at the moment. He sits on the sofa, hands steepled and elbows on his knees. He doesn’t meet my gaze as he starts speaking. “After the fight with Ruth… I lost a bit more than my strength.” He pauses, and his gaze flickers to my face before they dart back down. “I lost the ability to heal quickly… or as quickly as a werewolf should,” he adds. A gasp leaves my mouth although I had guessed it when I saw the gaping wound, blood caked on the furs while a thin stream trickled out. “And when were you going to tell me this? When you would be sustaining a s
[Kathryn]Despite Isaac wanting to go back the previous evening, I did not relent. In no way was I going to go back without saying goodbyes to the few who matters to me. So here I am, early the next day, waiting for the Alpha of the Shadow pack.I wait for Caius at his office. Wringing my fingers nervously, I let my gaze flicker around the office. The office has always been bare and minimalistic. I still remember sitting here and asking him if he would let me work with the Healer. I had never visited his office. Isleen was so small then. I sigh, how time passes.Caius walks in after some time. He stops when he notices me before heading to his desk. "You are going back."It isn't a statement.I wring my fingers nervously and offer him a small smile. "I think?" He raises an eyebrow. I sigh and nod."I guess I will. After all it's not..."I trail off when I see his scowl darken."I mean he was sick so...""Are you sure? Is Isleen also okay with it?" He asks the last question somewhat
[Isaac]The kiss soothes my inner anger and the blood thirst to rip off Caius' throat but it doesn't quench my inner doubt. Does Kathryn really want to go back?She pulls back and rests her forehead against mine. "Don't think too much." I am about to say more, but she places a finger on my lips.I grab her finger and reel her into a kiss again. I snake my arm around her and pull her closer. She is startled at first but then relents easily as she circles her arms around my neck.The kiss escalates to something more quickly and soon I am pressing my mate onto her back on the mattress. She moans into the kiss. I drag my lips along her jaw and leave open-mouthed kisses down her throat.I graze her mark, pressing her further into the mattress and grinding against her hips."What else did Caius say?" I can't help but murmur against her skin, contemplating whether to rip off the clothes."Isaac-""Was he planning to mate you if I had not come?" I growl, squeezing her waist."He wouldn't. I w
Kathryn I stiffen on hearing the words, spewed out like venom. I stare at Helen, dumbfounded. She looks furious, eyes burning with hatred and disgust. White wolf. The word sounds so dirty that it makes me flinch. “What did you say?” Isaac says, his voice barely audible, but he looks livid. His fingers flex around my waist. The warm and welcoming atmosphere has changed into something frigid and tense. “You will question your mother for her?” Helen points an accusing finger at me. “She is a white wolf and that is a cause of disgust to you? Why? Her wolf’s color is white, mine is black, Marcus' is brown. What does color have to do with how that person or their wolf is?” Isaac bellows. I, on my part, stare at him. My heart seems to be pounding in my ears and my legs feel wobbly. When have I ever hoped or imagined that he, of all people, would defend me/ That he would accept me the way I am. Never. I never expected this from him, I still remember him threatening me for being a
KathrynWhen I finally managed to put Isleen to sleep, after promising her a tour of the place the next morning, I slowly closed the door behind me and returned to our room.I halt at the sight of Isaac, changing clothes in the middle of the room. My gaze traces every scar and muscle of his broad back. My heartbeat notches up. This… feels so unfamiliar. “Will you be standing there all night or come to me?” he murmurs. My cheeks feel warm as I lower my gaze and cross the room until I am behind him. I wrap my arms around his midriff as soon as he is done wearing the t-shirt. “What did you want to say?” I murmur against his back. His hands come to join mine. He then turns around without breaking the hold and looks at me. His hands encircle my waist. “I didn’t want to say anything. You were the one who stood a few feet away from me and admired me while I changed for the night.” There’s a smugness in his tone and I am unable to decide whether to be mad or just be happy with the develop
IsaacMarcus’ urgent call through mind-link floods in just as I am about to start patrolling. There have been some disconcerting things around the south of the pack and I don’t want my half-brother and step-mother or the former luna to jeopardize anything. ‘Alpha…’Marcus’ distressed tone is enough to alert me. ‘What? Are Kathryn and Isleen alright?’ I ask and I get my answer when I let my mental block down. Kathryn’s turmoil and distress wash over me like an unpleasant sensation. I am already turning and sprinting towards the pack house. “Keep patrolling,” I holler and get a chorus of ‘Yes, alpha’ from behind. ‘Julianne reported that Isleen is missing,’ Marcus informs and I screech to a halt. ‘What?’ I jog towards the residence. I can’t transform into either wolf now because both of them want to take the lead. Kathryn’s distress is transforming into anger slowly and I am sure that if I don’t reach in time then she will wreck havoc. Heck, I want to do the same. But one of us has
KathrynMy blood is pounding in my ears as Felice continues to unravel her true self. When I met the woman, I had never thought that the woman who made Isaac believe that she was a well-wisher scares me. I glance at my mate’s ashened face. Then my gaze flickers to Felice… no Zephyr's lips curve up further. My attention shifts to my daughter, blissfully oblivious to the chaos. Only if Isleen had her wolf. Astrid could communicate. Astrid would find a way, but she is only a child. A gullible child. I blink back the tears that threaten to fall. I can’t show my weakness in front of this witch. I glower at her as she pleasantly looks back, no doubt taking a sadistic pleasure from watching us suffer. Isaac has put up his mental block again so that I can neither feel nor hear his thoughts. I don’t have the capability to keep up mine, not at this time. But I am sure that he is tearing himself apart inwardly and that makes me want to kill this woman this instant.When my gaze flickers back t