Cathy Pace Novels & Stories

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

Cathy said, a little annoyed. Cathy is annoyed not because someone is pretending to be her but because her day is being ruined and she and Caisen are wasting their time. Cathy immediately saw the panic, which is why she grinned. He raised his eyebrows. "What? You can't show it? You don't have a Northern Pack tattoo, do you? If you don't, you're not from the Northern Pack."

She kept pacing up and down their living room till her sister came downstairs and met her pacing around oozing so much anger. “I can’t believe Marcelo spoke to me like that and he even watched me leave after I told him I was quitting,” she muttered. “What got your pants in a twist?” Cassie asks laughing. “Mind your goddamn business,” Cathy yelled. “I want to but you keep distracting me with your movements, talk to me. Is there trouble in paradise?” She asked.

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Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about – after all her life is all about tragedy ever since her brother had gone missing. “Lyra! More expression.” Anita shouted and that had distracted Catherine from typing and suddenly she got a writer’s block which she hated the most. She stood up from the corner which caught the attention of her mother. Catherine walked towards the stereo and changed the music into hip hop. “What on earth are you doing?” Anita annoyingly said and for sure she could be grounded for doing this but she always have her wits to escape her punishment. The ballet dancers were confused, too.

I was just wondering how she explained your absence at the same time as telling him you were wonderful! ‘I have no idea,’ he said moodily. Then he closed his eyes briefly. ‘Cathy was, probably still is, like Scheherazade. She’s an artist, she paints, and if there’s such a thing as an artistic temperament she has it in spades. She’s quixotic, she can turn life with her into an Aladdin’s cave of delight or the opposite. She comes and goes between you and her art—or whatever takes her fancy. She’s impossible to pin down but she can be irresistible. She’d have spun Nicky some tale. What she may not have taken into account is—’ He stopped and shrugged. ‘Just as there was a threshold over and abov

Balric and Cass walked towards the center of the yard and started warming up. Dannie couldn’t help but watch them for a moment. Balric, despite his size, moved with quick grace. There was something primally attractive about him. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was, but it pushed all her buttons. Cass, Dannie had no doubts, could pull men in just as easily. Beautiful, quick, and strong, Cass was like poetry in motion. The two looked good together.

Maybe Cathy's decision to end her life with wolfsbane was because she had completely lost hope in the Creek Pack, in Damon. I wiped the tears from my face and carried Cathy's remains to the seaside. The salty air whipped around me, carrying memories of happier times. She had no family, no place to return to. When we were planning our escape, she once said that besides mountains and rivers, the place she wanted to visit most was the sea. So, with trembling hands, I scattered part of her ashes into the ocean. As soon as I did, a gust of wind swept by, carrying her ashes deeper into the sea.

It was the perfect life. Cathy walked through the halls of her business with a smile and a cheerful spring in her step. Since she woke up from her sleep with few memories, she knew this was where she belonged. Running ‘Cathy’s Corner’ interior design. And her love-life was going great too. Cathy sighed, glancing at herself in the nearby window. Black hair, brown eyes, and pouty lips met her gaze, but it was the happy step that drew her interest. Her legs, in fact.

"Hi, I'm Cathy. New here. Moved this morning, my mother and I are running away from my abusive dad. I mean if we'd known that werewolf packs do offer refuge to people in situations like us, we would've made the move a long time ago, before mama lost her teeth and legs. Thanks anyway. We'd probably be dead if you didn't have psychologist that help abuse victims that want to disappear, disappear. OH… love your glasses, by the way." For the first time in decades, Magnus was speechless. Completely, utterly speechless. The pack braced themselves for an explosion, but it didn't come. Magnus simply stared at her; his expression unreadable. She was bold, dangerously so, and something about her made