Caty Sage Story Novels & Stories

Katrina’s point of view “You are not the only one in business with Silverfox.” “When I was still a child, I used to go to the Silverfox Pack, where I heard about a very naughty but also very talented little girl called Kat. Everyone at Silverfox spoke highly of her, and she was the one doing all the tricks. Was that you?” I wanted to cry the moment I heard it. “He heard about us?’ Sage asked, raising one of her thick brows Since the tragedy, I was no longer the girl who could do whatever she wanted thanks to the support of her family.

Smith’s POV “You are probably wondering why I am doing this. Melissa, you know I didn’t finish the story?” Melissa’s POV I have long forgotten the ending of the story, so I didn’t know whether he finished it or not. “The lion took care of the antelopes calves, just to later sacrifice them to other lions. That’s true revenge!” he said clasping my shoulder. A cold shiver and sweat ran down my back. “Do you know who Kate is?” he asked me. I really think that he has lost it. Kate is my son Albert’s girlfriend. “What do you mean?” I asked him.

Small stands of plantain and giant bird-of-paradise for privacy. Sage raised his brows as he noticed the doorway had taken some loving inspiration from its design, for it was not the standard ancient rectangular shape but the sort of archway that brought every eye upward. She followed him, and the old woman watched her carefully. "And who is this young miss, my sire?" "Oh, this is Sophie. My mate," Sage replied blankly. "This is amazing. Welcome, dear. Come sit here."

Rose petals floated on the surface, and the air smelled of sage and lavender. "Remove your clothes," Catherine instructed gently. "There's no shame here. No judgment. Only preparation." I undressed, feeling vulnerable but somehow safe. These women had shared their stories, their wisdom, their support. They'd earned my trust. Maya helped me into the water first. It was almost too hot, but my wolf settled immediately, recognizing something sacred in this place. "We begin with washing away the old," Catherine said, joining me in the spring. The other females formed a circle around us. "Your individual path. Your solitary journey. We honor it, then release it."

There’s something strikingly beautiful as we stand by a demolished altar watching Drex carry in a squirming Sage in one shoulder. Thud, thud, thud…comes his boots on the floor. Thump thump thump…comes my heart against my chest. It takes less than a minute for my brother to reach us and a second less to put Sage on her feet. Then the little beauty with the white hair and scathing eyes turns around… “Sage? What are you…what’s she doing here? What are you going to do with her? You fucking cowards, your beef is with me, not my girlfriend. Sage? Sage, baby, everything’s gonna…”

handling it. Janice looked far away again. "There were ten of them and she rode in on Noah's wolf's back and took them down like a bad ass!" She liked Sage, even if it took her a bit longer to forgive her for what she had done to me, after I had explained to her that Sage had to do a lot to survive since birth, she finally relented and gave her a chance.

On the third evening, Kael came back with the two children. As soon as he walked in, he unusually took the initiative to explain. "Sage has been sensitive to pain since she was little. That's why we took her to the hospital first." River mumbled quietly, "Yeah, Mom, you're way tougher than Aunt Sage. You don't need us..." Stone nodded. "Aunt Sage is an Omega. She's too fragile and needs our protection." "Enough." I cut them off. "You don't need to explain."

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

Her hand was still on Milo's shoulder, and I saw her fingers tighten against the girl's coat. "My truth," Sage said, and her voice was steady despite the fear I could see in her eyes. "I have been holding on to the hatred I have for these men for seven years. Not because they rejected me. I could have survived that. But because of the cruel ways they did it. They took away my dignity. The last shred of peace I had. And I came from a family that was already broken. A traitorous father who abandoned us. A deceased mother who died of shame. I had nothing left. And they took the only thing I had."

Why would I have such a feeling? "Are you Catherine?" Henry asked kindly. "Yes, I am!" Catherine replied. "The Lycan King wants to see you." Catherine's face instantly turned pale, and her voice became cold. "Sorry, I don't have time now. I need to take my kids to the store." "Mommy, are they bad guys?" Noah asked. "Mommy, which pack are they from? I heard that there are ferocious killers among rogues. Are they killers? Mommy, let's get out of here," the little girl called Hedwig said.