“Ready?" Hunter braced his self and stood in his natural fighting stance.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, slightly hesitant as I arched my back a little to make my body in the same level as Hunter’s.
Hunter, taking the offensive side, quickly sped up and charged right at me. I managed to dodge, but right after that Hunter reappeared in my view, as though he had been able to predict where and what I was going to do next. I felt as though he’d seen my every move, and his eyes always followed the motion of my hands, feet, and legs.
He pointed the edge of the arnis with a swish just one inch away from my face.
As expected from a warrior.
“HOW do you do it?” I asked, letting my frustration take over me as I failed yet again for the 34th time.
“Mind if I join you?”
Catherine’s POV: My training has then been like that for over two weeks. In just a short amount of time, Hunter told Damien I was ready. After all, I did kick his ass several times for the whole of two weeks, and he gets surprised every single time I take him down with one or two simple moves. It was all because of Damien’s advice, and he was the one I had to pay gratitude to for gaining Hunter’s acknowledgement. In the past weeks, I noticed Drake hadn't been around since, and he was completely avoiding me every time I come across him at the hallway or outside Lilith’s room. I pondered over it for a while, and wondered if he had finally given up hopes in me. Still, it pains me that he kept ignoring me ever since we arrived here with my aunt’s pack of twenty other werewolves, and they all seemed to be doing fine. In fact, I saw Damien chatting with Tyler the other day, and they seeme
Catherine’s POV: When I woke up, I was still lying on Damien’s strong arms. He woke up before me, and is now stroking my face gently as his eyes settled on my face. “Rise and shine, princess. Today is your long-awaited day.” He smiled. “You’re right,” I said and sighed. Today is also the day that I have to meet my mother and confront her. Ask her why she had lied to me all those years, why she abandoned the only child she had when she knew perfectly well about the pain of losing a part of the family, and a part of me. When I found out that my mother was alive, I was ecstatic, eager, and even excited to see her as soon as I can get back on my feet. The fates had their ways, and eventually they led me to discover the truth behind my mother’s true identity. Closing my eyes, I let out another deep sigh. “Don't worry, as long
Catherine’s POV: I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that. “What does it mean?” I asked curiously. I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face. “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words. “But... I’m not even officially a
Catherine’s POV: "What?" The question barely came out with a whisper. My heart was hurting, and his deep blue ocean eyes were making it worse. “I know you heard me crystal clear, Catherine. Do it, I’m begging you,” Midnight refused and rage combined with sadness arose inside me. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to even say anything to Drake looking at his state right now.NO! Midnight yelled, incredibly mad at his request for me to let him go.“Midnight, This is for the best.” I tried to comfort Midnight but she wasn't letting it go.&
Catherine's POV: Drake screamed painfully once again, drawing our attention toward him and we were quick to react.We surrounded his body and without hesitation I stepped in too. After all, this was all because of my being neglectful.“We need to reject him first, so he can accept the rejection and he won’t be in pain for long,” I said to my wolf Midnight. She remained silent for a few seconds, but finally gave me an answer I was waiting for. In order to do this, both me and my wolf should be ready to reject Drake, and choose Damien as my only mate. Midnight sighed a
Demiana's POV:Thanks to Lilith’s magical healing powers, Drake’s chest had been completely restored to the way it once was. Not even a scar has been left on that perfect, muscular body. I ordered two omegas, Sally and Paulene, to take Lilith to the hall so they can get her something to eat. It's past lunch already and I didn't see her shove even a single grain of rice in that adorable small mouth of hers. I then told thme to accompany her to play on the fountain near the garden because I needed to look after Drake.Drake was sweating all over his body. He was sleeping, yet he was panting and grunting like he was having a bad dream. I went to the kitchen and quickly grabbed a small basin and a towel before going back to Drake’s room. I poured warm water in the basin and squeezed the towel with both hands, then gently wiped it on the side
Drake’s POV: Several years ago... “Mom, Dad, please don’t leave,” I said desperately, tugging on the edge of their clothes as tears poured down my face. “You’re the only ones I have,” I choked, looking up at their backs hoping that at least one of them would turn around. Perhaps I was expecting too much as a child, because not any of them even cared to turn towards me to face me directly, their only son. There was a time that we were actually the happiest family out there. Dad would spin me around and help mom out in the kitchen, mom would make me her homemade dishes and I loved every single one of them. Years had passed and it seemed that their love was slowly starting to fade away. Eventually, they fell out of love, leaving me behind all alone simply because I became a reminder of their broken relationship, of their love that no longer had any spark. I was regarded as a mistake.
Catherine’s POV: “Are you ready?” Damien held my hand as we entered the car. I nodded, clenching my fists tightly while I checked on Midnight and Raya for a brief moment. We were headed to the Silver Moon Pack. Tonight, I will finally confront my mother and throw Easton off his current position of Alpha, because he no doubt does not deserve the title for what he is. Asshole. That pack has become a complete mess since Normn Braylle stepped into the light, becoming the worst Alpha that ever was in the whole United States. Now his son is proudly assuming the role his father once played. Hunter was seated in the front seat with the driver whereas me and Damien sat in the back. Black cars rode by Tyler, the other werewolves and Damien’s strongest warriors surrounded us on our way there. I reckon there are nearly a thousand of them who