Flock Kate Stewart Series Novels & Stories

She was definitely not a morning person. "What’s up? It’s still early," Kate mumbled through a yawn and plopped back down on her bed. I sat down beside her and shook her awake. "You never mentioned your aunt had a mate!" I nearly hissed in her ear. Kate grumbled something incoherent under her pillow, still groggy. "I told you she got married into the Ancient Woods Pack, didn’t I? Of course, she’d have a mate. Wait... you mean you actually met David?"

Kate groaned, stared at Kenny’s cat and headed to the visitors section. “What do we do now? We can’t just relax and do something” “I need to get my boy. That’s absolutely what I need right now” Heather sobbed slowly. She leaned on the painted wall and stared at Kenny for a while and sniffed. “Anything lead on the stalker Cat girl?” “I think there is a mistake somewhere” Kenny whispered, pressing and gaping at her tablet. “I think we just made a terrible mistake” she added. “What are you ranting about Kenny?” Kate stared at her.

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

Crowe gazed knowingly at Katelyn, hands clasped behind him and black feathers caught in his hair, his sheathed blades hanging from his belt. Pagan’s petticoats swished under her skirt as she hurried to Blondie, crouching to play with her in the high grass. The German shepherd’s tail whipped in excitement. “And how are you keeping, Miss Franklin?” asked the hedge witch. “How’s the milk of human kindness been treating you?” “It’s running a bit sour lately,” Katie said, only half-joking, “but I think I’ll manage.”

“I was ready to stab Keto and roast him instead. He didn't want to use his wolf skills, and I had trouble shifting." “Please,” Kate said, holding up her hand. “Don't kill him, he's already got enough death on his plate.” We all laughed again. “Okay,” I said, catching my breath, “you want to hear something worse?” “Always,” Kate said. “There was a time, back when I first started trying to cook on my own,” I began, grinning sheepishly, “I thought I was following this really simple stew recipe. Onion, garlic, oil, throw everything into a pot…”

Kate Martin-Tremblay’s jaw drops as she hears her name, Rachael McQueen, she looks like Mary. Kate sees Mary’s reflection in Rachael’s face and her hands shake with happiness. “Leave her,” Kate says. She walks to the group with flair and hugs Rachael tightly. Rachael is confused, “Um… who are you?” “I am your aunt, Kate Martin-Tremblay. It is nice to meet you,”. Rachael smells the cigarette on Kate’s lips, “My aunt?” “Yes. I’m sure your mother did not tell you much about her side of the family.

A few years later, Kate is trying to get away while she circles some of the new cages that are being constructed. Because of the storm that hit yesterday, the cages were all messed up, but her uncle was able to fix them. She did so while carrying a toddler's outerwear and walking around the buildings. Meanwhile, on the other hand, two kids were playing around in the horse cages, making mud and messing up everything they approached. They were very excited to play in the mud, and then Kate shouted out loud to them and told them to get out of the mountain of mud.

At her feet squatted a thin, shivering little boy, no more than five or six, hugging his knees. I stopped in my tracks. Arthur immediately sensed the change, his sharp gaze landing on the stall. Just then, Kate looked up, her gray-blue eyes meeting mine unexpectedly. She jumped up from her old stool like she'd been burned. The motion sent her stall toppling. She stumbled, nearly fell, then bolted toward me. "Helen!" Kate dropped to her knees in front of me, grabbing desperately at the hem of my pale sable coat. Those filthy, red, cracked hands smeared black, greasy stains onto the luxurious fur.

My fingers curled into the fabric of my sleeves. "That was a long time ago." His expression didn’t change. He didn’t push. He just stood there, watching. And that was somehow worse. I turned my gaze away, focusing on the small figure beside me. Kate. She sat on a log, wide-eyed, her tiny hands balled into fists as she took in the celebration around her. The flickering light reflected in her eyes, awe painted across her features. The way she watched the dancing wolves—like she wanted to be a part of it but didn’t know how—made something twist deep inside me.

Kate says. “Kate, your past is your past; there is no need to go back there. Trust me, I know better than anyone what the past can do to you. As far as your mother goes, Macon told you the truth. He is a prick, but he is not a liar. The wolves do want something from you,” Karen says. “What do they want?” Kate asks. “They want you to complete the transition so you can protect the imperial pack,” Karen says. “I do not understand. I am not a member of their pack,” Kate says.