Calling Kat Novels & Stories

Katarina’s POV A scream tore through my throat as my eyes trailed down to my bloody body. My blurry eyes shone out in terror as I stared dangerously at the blood-stained down from his body to the bed, almost streaming to where I lay. I couldn't help but scream again as I realized what today was, and instantly hands reached for my mouth, covering it to avoid more cries from coming out as I kept staring at him for heaven knows I didn't know the face of the man laying beside me in the pool of his blood.

Until now. Linc turned away, fingers running over his jaw before letting his hands drop. "Then came Kat." I stiffened. I had heard about Kat. Everyone had. She was a doctor, one of the best when it came to treating wolves. She dedicated herself to helping packs, saving lives when no one else could. Then she lost her mind. Wady had told me bits and pieces growing up, and before she passed away, stories were scattered between everything else. No one ever told the whole story, but what I did know was that Kat had once been trusted. Respected. And then something changed.

“Sit down cousin, let's chat.” After talking with my cousin I find myself standing alone on my little balcony taking small puffs off of a cigarette. Surge is someone she warned against, but wouldn't share any details. Yet someone I can't stop thinking about. Just then, my phone vibrates; Surge: Hey Kat it's Surge. Katherine: Hey Surge: I'm going to pick you up tomorrow. I didn't know you were cousins with Rach. Kat: I didn't know you knew her. She didn't say anything.

Her mother gave Dannie a tight-lipped smile and she returned it. “Balric tells me,” Dad said from behind his desk. “You know where the gates are and how to close them?” “Yep, and I’m pretty sure I’m more than capable of doing it. There are four gates in the states, but I think the one in Cheyenne should be the one I practice on.” “Cheyenne,” Lee said her posture stiffening. “Interesting,” Dannie’s mom said and Dannie swore she was starting to hate that word. “I’d almost say the deabru was making a move on us.”

This area was full of different types and the ones Keegan knew personally were on good terms with his pack. “Let me get a hold of Katrina. She’s pricey, especially if she needs her brother and sister's help. But she is quick.” Terry poked her head in the office and Keegan waved her in. “Sounds good. I’m going to send you a list of my ideas. Let me know if I need to speak to anyone to move things quicker and I’ll have my cell on me.”

Oh my ghosh "I scream falling back on my ass as pain flushes over my ass I didnt see Katy I just saw a white wolf seating down and staring at me What are you and what have you done with katty Tbc

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the

Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject.

the woman informs me then and stretches her hand to me. I return the greeting, hoping to not look pissed at her because why am I even getting irritated? Yeah, she’s kind of looking down on me, but I can’t blame her. God knows what that man told her about me, and honestly, neither she, nor I have done something wrong. “Katerina,” I reply. “People usually call me Katia.” “Katia,” she repeats, letting the word stretch on her tongue. “Sounds like one of those Russian dolls.”

He reached out to his phone and called someone while pacing around. “Uncle Chow, I’m here with Baby girl.” He came to me again and placed the phone on the floor so I could listen to their conversation. “Baby girl?” Uncle Chow asked on the phone. “Kat.. Katarina..” Damian replied hurriedly. “Ahh.. the famous Katarina.” I could hear uncle Chow chuckling as he spoke my name.