All Chapters of When We First Met: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Catalina's POV: Mostly everyone just took a seat on the ground. I rolled my eyes. I felt a strange concentrated magical hum causing me to turn in the direction I felt it from. The trees, flowers and vines were blending and forming something. After a few minutes, it was finally available to be seen, roots and branches of the trees, flowers and vines made a throne which was attached to a giant willow tree trunk under the shade of the willow. It was beautiful, simple yet fascinating. I sent my own magic down in the ground to thank them for it. Before I could warn anyone, my idiot mate thought that it would be a good idea to sit on the throne. He found out the hard way that when magic chooses to give someone something then it is strictly for that person only. The vines around the throne whipped him so quickly and so hard that he instantly flew out of the throne and onto the ground face first. It caused a series of chuckles and growls to break out. I just sighed and shook my he

Catalina's Pov: Tonight is the blood moon, the stir in magic can be felt so strongly. Every creature will feed on the blood moon's magic. The magic tonight is the purest it has ever been. Used for the right reasons can grant you the rewards only one can dream of but when used for the wrong way, the price for whatever you seek is very high. I looked over at the clearing, ever since the magic has stirred; the plants, the trees, the little creatures and every little bit of it has been preparing itself for tonight's ceremony. It would have been amazing if Ambirose was here, he would have loved to see the clearing brimming with so much magic. I wonder what he would have done, maybe rolled on the grass and wagged a tail like the adorable beasty that he is. That thought alone made me chuckle. Master! I'm no pup! I'm a big, magnificent and scary beast. Must you make me sound like the most harmless, adorable lil' thing ever?Ambirose for me you are an adorable beasty. In my

Catalina's POV: Ever since the night of the blood moon, I had been feeling anxious but I just can't seem to pinpoint the reason for it. I desire to know what is approaching, whether it is good or whether it is something that will only bring about harm to my kingdom. I only desire for my questions to be answered. I felt a shift in the air around me. Something had just entered the pack territory, something unwanted. I decided to bid my time and see how the pack's border patrol would handle this situation. Jovinne is currently with Roscoe so, I doubt he'll be able to sense this with her aura overpowering every sense of his. After five more minutes of waiting, I decided that I needed to do something... So, tiring. Can't this pack have some decent people that can do their job right? Sighing, I gulped down my mocha frappuccino and walked out of the cafe, making sure to leave a good tip for the waiter. Once, I stepped out of the cafe and a portal appeared. I stepped throug

Catalina's POV:Finally, the night had truly begun. I could see the Werewolf King observing every move of my group and I but we decided to not give two fucks about it. I was bored just standing around with a glass of champagne and looking pretty since I can't drink it cause of the wolfsbane it contained. While wolfsbane won't do anything to me now that I am at my complete strength. Still, with everything that had happened recently, it scared me... a lot. My lycan and witch were finally responsive again. When I was held by the hunters, my witch had drained herself trying to keep me alive, while my lycan had tried to protect me but too long in captivity had affected him and made him turn back into the black abyss, becoming unresponsive. But I still had my vampire, I should have still been able to escape but when I was captured, I had lost too much of my blood, and my vampire needed another vampire or werewolf's blood to be able to protect me and help me escape. Since I wasn't able to d

Roscoe's POV:Armaros' eyes were all anyone could truly focus on. No one wished to believe that their King was slowly turning rabid, but there's still hope, right? After all, they haven't turned blood red completely.It’s really laughable how these dumb wolves around me kept wanting to hold onto little hope that was slowly diminishing. Armaros' eyes were slowly but surely turning more and more red with each passing second. The longer we fight, the redder they'll become. His wolf crouched down, growling lowly as a warning to yield, to surrender—an invitation to spare my life.So stupid, so very stupid indeed.I took a defensive stance, letting the wolf know that I didn't plan on backing down just yet. We started circling each other, slowly trying to bait one another. Trying to see who will attack first. I kept my eyes trained on the mutt's eyes, enjoying every streak of the lovely colour that graced his black abyss. I waited, knowing he would surely break soon; he was impatient after al