Damien The clock struck eleven, and I anxiously glanced at the front door, wondering why Katana wasn't home. My worry grew with each passing minute. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, but her phone rang from the dresser Great, she forgot her damn phone. I paced around the patio, waiting for her, my concern increasing by the second. Tired of waiting, I headed to the room and lay on the bed. My eyes were shut when my phone rang. It was a call from the pack house security unit. "What's going on?" I asked, sitting up. "Sir, the omegas are here. They are demanding to see you." I got on my feet immediately, and my mind screamed a warning. Something was wrong. I raced downstairs. Leo sat alone on the couch in the semi-dark living room, and when he heard my footsteps, he jumped to his feet. "Alpha, what's the matter?" "Katana isn't home yet.” I got to the gates to find Irene, Katana’s mum in tears and Zayn, shaking with fright. "What's going on? Where's Katana?" "I- she's

Katana My heart pounded with terror as a river of tears cascaded down my cheeks. I was in trouble and had no means of escape. Two lunatics bound and gagged me in their living room. That ghost was Aiden, Damien's best friend. The moment I showed up at his mother's door, they held me hostage. To be here against my will was like a nasty dream. I couldn't believe it. My hands and feet felt sore from walking for two days. My mum and Damien must be worried sick by now. Hunger pangs gnawed at the pit of my stomach. Even though I crave food, I could never eat in this strange house. I'd rather die. The ghost was back, haunting the room. I bristled with unease and disgust. Sometimes, the dead longed to communicate with the living and show them that they loved and missed them but I didn't wish to be involved in this because I didn't even know the ghost while he was alive. "Let me warn you, you wicked ghost. You're dead and nothing can be done to bring you back to life. Your mum is gett

Being cooped up indoors for so long was driving me mad. I've been itching to break free and do something new, but my mom was a wall of protectiveness, shielding me from the outside world. I sat restlessly on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels on the TV. I was bored and tired of doing the same things day after day. Kenneth was preparing his daughter, Angie, for school while my mom was cooking in the kitchen. I headed to the kitchen and began pacing around, tapping my fingers on the countertop and gazing outside the window. "Honey, is everything OK? You seem restless." "I'm fine," I groaned, "just tired of staying home all the time. I need something different." She gave me a knowing look and opened the fridge to get a bottle of the drink, but I didn't want the drink; I wanted to mingle with people. "Mom, can you permit me to work in the coffee shop nearby, please?" Her smile dissolved, and three visible lines appeared on her forehead. "Honey, I'm worried about

Katana I woke up with a bloated stomach and rolled on the bed, expelling a grunt. Since the amusement park visit two days ago with Ken and Angie, I haven't left my room. I thought I could sleep it off, but it wasn't working. My mum gave me several drugs and painkillers and assured me that I will feel fine. My breath shuddered in pain as I struggled to use the bathroom. There was something wrong with me that I couldn't figure out. It took a lot of strength for me to make it to the bathroom, and my stomach twisted in pain, making me yelp. I placed my head on the toilet bowl and began throwing up. When I finished, I noticed my reflection in the mirror. There were black bags under my eyes and my face was swollen. I felt dizzy and nauseous, and my vision went black for a few seconds. "Oh god," I moaned, leaning against the sink. After a couple of minutes, I managed to make it back to bed. I crawled under the heavy covers but still felt uncomfortable. I made my way back to the bathroom

Katana Bella and I rode in her beat-up navy blue Toyota Camry to her house. As ugly as her car was, she referred to it as her baby and loved driving it. "We gotta get your car fixed," I often joked with a grin as we pulled out of the gates. "You're just jealous," she smirked and played some pop music, which I guess was trending because I'd heard it on TV the previous day and liked it, so we sang together. Unfortunately, our voice combination was so horrible that we began laughing. "Imagine us going for America's Got Talent. Simon Cowell would press the buzzer before we even begin to sing!" She howled with laughter, and I joined her, hoping she wouldn't ask me questions because I didn't even know who or what she was talking about, but I assumed it was a singing group and made a mental note to check it out. "Why don't we get some snacks? My younger sisters are gonna have my head on a platter, and they've been texting me to get them some donuts," Bella sighed. "Sure, let's stop at