~ KATALEYA ~ I don’t know how I made him so angry that he thought I deserved to be down there… is it because he thought I was disrespecting him when all I wanted was to vanquish the Crawlers? Hmm, I’m not sure… and now I’m down here, without clothes… I will wait until dark before I make use of this bed sheet… I’m sure I can make something for my breasts and a skirt from this fabric, too. Yes, that will work perfectly… I walk over to the corner. This place clearly isn’t used much from the amount of dirt on the floors. Sighing, I sit down and wait. For what I am not sure… ~ After a while, when I realise no one is coming, I quickly remove the sheet and extracting a claw, I slice through one section of the fabric until I have a long piece of fabric that is almost a foot wide. Placing it aside, I quickly pick up the rest of the fabric, tearing open the seam on one side and the bottom and wrap it around my waist. Once I’m satisfied I knot it on my waist and look down at my skirt that f

~ KATALEYA ~ My eyes sting with tears and I’m unable to stop myself from wrapping my arms around him and pull him against my chest as I do my best to calm him. I bend forward as he struggles, but in his weakened state, he is no match for me. His hand digs into my back painfully, and he uses his wrist to try to push me away. It digs painfully into the side of my stomach, but I refuse to let go. “Hush… it’s going to be alright.” I whisper as I begin rocking him, letting my aura gently waft around me. He continues to struggle, but after a few minutes I can feel his adamance waning. “I’m sorry…” His body begins to relax, and I slowly rest his head back on the pillow before touching the first incision. My fingertips glow pink as I draw the darkness from him and, with my other hand, release it into the air. Just like water kept under the moonlight, I am dispelling the darkness from his body, one section at a time. With each touch, his heartbeat calms, his body stilling, and soon his bre

A/N: Ignore the chapter numbers as I've made a mistake, my editor will have to fix this. ~ ENRIQUE ~ By the time the meeting is about to commence, I’m a lot calmer. I found the dagger Jose had taken on the bed and placed it back in my drawer after cleaning it. Idiot, I don’t like people touching what belongs to me. There were dark bloodstains on the bed. Did the bruises caused by those Crawlers actually get worse? And if so… did he ask ‘her’ how to deal with them? I hope not. I had managed to remove all thoughts of a certain naked doll who is far too fucking sexier than should be allowed, but now she’s back on my mind. The men are here already, seated in a row with a low table in front of them. The members of the pack who will be sitting in to hear the case are all here. Sitting in the chairs that had been set up in the pack hall for this meeting. A lot more people than I was expecting are here. Rumours had spread since Francisco’s death, and everyone knew I had a foreigner in

~ ENRIQUE ~ “I don’t like the fact we have a royal in the cells.” Carlos sighs as he sips his mojito. “Neither do I. The United Kingdom might be small, but they’re powerful. I don’t think we want to piss off the Lycan King.” Jose adds quietly, his voice blending with the thudding of the music in the club. We’re down at Jewels because today had just been too fucking much, and I needed a break. But even while I’m here all I can think of is her. Even Jose isn’t having any fun, which is not normal for him, but Carlos doesn’t make fun of either of us either. Seems no one is themselves today. Even my fucking wolf is irritating the fuck out of me with his restlessness. We sit here staring, unseeing, at the distractions down below that seem to be rather dull tonight. “She’s no royal in my eyes,” I reply arrogantly, thinking of the woman who reminds me of a princesa right out of a storybook with that hair and those curves. “Yet you call her Princesa.” Jose mocks. I exhale slowly, “Cabró

~ ENRIQUE ~ The phone goes off several times, and soon I’ve lost count of how many times someone’s entered the fridge. It’s actually shocking how many times the pack members eat. Maybe I should up their training, they eat like fucking animals. No wonder money is spent like water, they’re fucking gluttons. I’m drifting off again when my phone chimes. I’m already sick of the damn tune. I sit up, seeing the green glow light up around the edge of the screen. I almost ignore it, feeling far too comfortable in my seat, but glancing at the clock, it is past three in the morning now… It must be the thief. I sit up, unlocking my phone and check the camera. “I got you,” I growl, seeing a hooded figure prowling my shelves. I can tell from that ass it’s a woman and what irks me is she’s picked up another one of my custards. Fuck. I stand up, and quickly and silently exit my office, heading down to the kitchen quietly. My eyes glimmer as the unsuspecting thief continues to eat MY food. I