Novel & Cerita Flock Kate Stewart Series

Now he waits with his hands at his sides, not touching, not pushing, letting me stand in my own dread. I look toward the pack house. Shadows move on the broad porch. Wolves, mostly male, thick-shouldered and alert. I can smell rank on the air, that stale ceremonial thing packs wear when they are about to turn a woman into policy. When I was eight, Aunt Brida put a tea tray in my hands and told me to smile while elders discussed land rights and breeding pairs over honey cakes. I remember the china rattling against the saucers. I remember one old wolf saying, not bothering to lower his voice, that an Opal Queen would stabilize bloodlines for generations if handled correctly.

She bit back. Her words catch me off guard and I can see that she’s pleased with herself for having thrown my affections for Moi in my face. “No.” “You’re such a liar!” Kate taunts. “What, is the Federation coming after you because you slaughtered your pack?” “Don’t you dare mention that maingy little crop of dogs.” I growled. “Ooh, did I hit a sore spot?” She jeers. “So you did kill your pack.” “I didn’t kill my pack. They are still alive and have their Alpha.”

She gazed up and locked eyes with me, she didn't flinch a bit! "Kate, let's talk", I said, and my wolf also growled alongside me. Kyle immediately interfered as he held me by my shoulder, "what do you think you are doing!". My claws slid forward, ready for a fight. I couldn't just let Kate slip away today after all this year searching for her. She signalled at Kyle to let me go. "But___", he protested but she cut him. "Let's go off him, and please excuse us", she said, calm and damn! She was very beautiful with that cold demeanour.

No leads, no answers. Then, the thought struck me—Kate’s home. Maybe I had missed something the last time I searched. On my way there, I spotted Heather in the village square. She was playing with the orphaned children, her laughter lifting their spirits, children who usually seemed so lost. There was something about the way she smiled, how she made them feel at ease. I didn’t stop, but my gaze lingered. That pull... What was it? Was she my mate? But no, I’d already seen the golden bond with Stella, fragile as it was. This felt different. It wasn’t my wolf sensing the connection—it was me. Heather noticed me, her eyes locking onto mine for a brief moment. She smiled softly, a cautious acknow