Chapter 25 - Katrina

Another day with no luck finding Tiberius’ mate in the pack. I’m starting to think she’s not in our pack. And I hate myself for having this strange feeling of happiness each time a blue she-wolf walked out of his room. It’s cruel of me to feel that way. His life is in danger, and having his mate could change that, but here I am, happy each time we don’t find her.

If not for him or the Fayte sisters, I should want him out of that coma for my sake. So the lesser part, if he wakes up, I don’t have to keep these overeager bitches in line as they wait to see if he is their mate. I could do without that headache. I’d much rather be helping André with war preparation. I hate standing around babysitting these bitches.

For the main reason, Tiberius waking up would be more for my sake. If he wakes up, maybe just MAYBE I can stop having these fucked up dreams. Bisnonna still hasn’t called me back, but I know these dreams are connected to Tiberius. I see glimpses of him as I have to face off aga