Novels by Cate_Mae

EdwardAt first, there was nothing.No sound.No air.No pain.Just an endless, pulsing blackness.I didn’t remember how I had come here or when the light had gone out. I only knew that something inside me had stopped; maybe my heart, maybe my wolf, maybe everything at once. I couldn’t tell the difference anymore.The void wasn’t cold. It wasn’t even dark in the normal sense, it was the absence of everything that made existence real. No scent, no sound, no heartbeat to follow. Just silence so complete it roared inside my skull.I tried to move.My body didn’t respond.I tried to call out, to reach for my wolf, to feel that comforting rumble of strength in my chest. But my lips wouldn’t part, and my wolf didn’t answer. The connection that had always been there, that living pulse of instinct and emotion, was gone.Am I dead?The thought came slow, sluggish, as if my mind were wading through tar. I tried to remember the last thing I had seen. Emon. His eyes glowing with unnatural power.

AlbertThe night was unnaturally still.Even the trees seemed to hold their breath as I carried Edward’s limp body into the clearing from the infirmary. The moon hung low, pale and unsteady, as if unsure it wanted to witness what was about to happen.I had been preparing for this moment for days, memorizing every word, every motion, every symbol Bibi Kamwe had burned into my mind. The ritual of soul reclamation wasn’t meant for the living, it was a bridge between death and return. Between love and madness. Between what I was willing to lose and what I refused to.I laid Edward down at the center of the sigil I had carved into the earth. The soil still smelled of iron and rain. My hands trembled as I brushed strands of hair from his forehead. His skin was pale, too pale, and his heartbeat was so faint that it barely stirred the bond between us.But it was there.Flickering.Waiting for me to call it back to life.“Stay with me,” I whispered, even though he couldn’t hear. “I’m here now,

Albert It had been just two days though it felt like longer. I had all things I needed except one: the blood needed to break whatever power had Edward.The night was thick and sharp with rain, each droplet like a heartbeat against my skin as I walked toward the place I once thought of as refuge. Now, it was nothing but a lair of deceit… the echo of everything Emon and I used to be.His scent lingered faintly through the air; salt, steel, and something darker. I followed it to the outskirts of the city, where old warehouses stood abandoned, their walls tattooed with mold and forgotten wars. The Obsidia insignia had been painted over in ash-gray, but I could still feel the corruption pulsing beneath.I had been here before, months ago, when I thought Emon’s hands were the safest place for my heart and when I used to think he worked in the factories. Now, I came with a different intent.The wind changed, carrying a tremor of magic, sour and sticky like burned resin. I flexed my fingers

Albert The air outside Bibi Kamwe’s lair was heavy with ash and regret. I didn’t look back. There was nothing behind me worth seeing, just the carcass of a witch’s lies and the bitter taste of deceit still thick on my tongue.I wondered why she wanted Edward dead but I would find out eventually.The moon was high when I stepped into the open, my heart thrumming with a strange mix of dread and determination. Every path I had taken since Edward fell ill had led to this… collecting the final pieces that would either save him… or end me.I took a deep breath, let my wolf senses unfurl, and let the world come alive around me.The forest pulsed. Magic hummed beneath the roots, carried in the wind, whispered in the rhythm of night insects. Somewhere far north, water murmured over rocks, a sacred spring. One of the ingredients Bibi had mentioned before she turned on me. She hadn’t wanted to give it up, but I had read it in her aura: the Spring of Thalen, guarded by blood and moonlight.I shi

AlbertThe forest hollow smelled of damp earth and faint incense when I returned to Bibi Kamwe. She had expected me to be cautious, but my wolf sensed every shift in the air before I even entered. The faint rustling of leaves, the subtle shimmer in the corners of the hollow, magic lingered here like a warning. And I would not be warned twice.Bibi Kamwe was seated on a low stool in the center of her ritual circle. Silver dust glimmered faintly around her, and vials of colored powders, herbs, and small bones were arranged meticulously. She glanced at me, eyes flickering with amusement and irritation, as if she could already predict my questions.“Ah, little wolf,” she said softly, her voice deceptively gentle, “you return so soon. Did you come to beg for more information? Or perhaps to plead for mercy?”I ignored her attempt at mockery. “I came to learn. Don’t play games with me, Bibi Kamwe. I know the ritual. I know Edward is in danger. And I know you have pieces you aren’t telling m

AlbertThe dawn was gray, slanted through the city’s buildings, when I stepped out of the Don’s den, the cold air biting through my shirt. My muscles ached from the past few days, the adrenaline, the magic, the sheer focus it took to subvert Emon’s plans, but I didn’t care. There was no time to rest… not yet. Edward’s life was hanging by a thread, and every second counted.Cess had been thorough in his warnings: “Albert, don’t underestimate Emon or his people. You’re not invincible.” I had nodded, outwardly calm, but inside, my wolf surged with impatience, urgency, and a pulse of fire that refused to be tamed. I knew I was stronger now, faster, sharper and more attuned to my senses than ever before, but I also knew that power alone wouldn’t save Edward. Planning, cunning, and decisiveness would.I walked lightly, blending into the shadows, keeping my senses stretched to their limits. The Don’s den behind me already seemed like another world; smoke-stained walls, remnants of greed and