Part Nine

“Tell me about your pack,” Catherine asked me.

We were driving out of New York and it was eight am. The Council had tried to stop me but in the end with Catherine saying that she wanted to go with me, it sealed the deal.

“Firstly, we don’t have a pack, we’re called a clowder,” I said to her.

“Sorry,” she said and I laughed.

“Don’t worry about it. You already met Jared, my Beta, and then there's Connor who’s my Gamma, the rest of the clowder are warriors and members. We don’t refer to people as Omegas and we function just like a normal pack would. People have jobs and houses and our territory is enclosed like a gated community,” I said to her.

“And what about the Alpha family?” she asked me.

“My mother’s still alive, her name’s Sara and then I have a younger sister Kat,” I said to her.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“For?”

“The loss of your father,” she said as she quickly glanced at me.

“It was a while ago, but thank you,” I said to her. “What about you?”

“I don’t know who my parents were, I