Snowed In Catherine Walsh Novels & Stories

"Now stop looking at me like that." Catherine arrives in the kitchen at six-fifteen with the energy of a woman who has been awake for an hour already and has achieved things. She looks at the snow through the window. "Good," she says. Like she personally arranged it. "Bette predicted it," I say. "Bette's been doing flowers in this valley for thirty years. She knows the weather." Catherine puts on her apron. The one that lives on the hook by the door now. "Breakfast. Sit."

Catherine had just come out of her house. She looked up at the sky as snowflakes fell to the ground. She raised her palm until the snowflakes touched the skin of her hand. Before she knew it, it was already winter, and the first snow had fallen. While enjoying the first snowfall, suddenly someone stood in front of her, making her look at that someone. "Alan?" Catherine exclaimed. Hi, good morning," he said with a big smile. "You? Why are you here?" asked Catherine, frowning.

Her stupefied gaze was fixed on me, she said, “How did you manage to sneak into the Royal Castle with a child, Shyla? Didn’t anyone notice it?” She keenly observed my body and shook her head, some incoherent words rolled out of her tongue. “She is naturally curvy, no one suspected her appearance. What should I do?” Cathy didn’t give me a chance to ask her about her identity and took out sage from her pocket, burning it for some reason. “Sit down and stay silent. I need to work.” The sage, her sitting position, and a book materializing out of thin air dried the blood flowing through my veins. My heart skipped a beat as the reality sank in: ‘Catherine is a witch!’

It’s like the world has paused…leaving just the three of us standing there. Me. Catherine. And the wolf. Catherine is beside me, shaking like a leaf in a storm. Her fingers clutch my T-shirt so hard I’m pretty sure she’s trying to merge our souls. Her breathing is fast and uneven, like she’s forgotten how to breathe. I glance down at her. She looks tiny. Terrified. And painfully human. The wolf lifts its head slowly. its eyes lock onto Catherine. It stares at her like she’s food. Like it’s already imagining how she will taste

Colorless, lifeless -a little dead even. Even the air was cold, and Tyler could hear an air conditioning unit running. It seemed just a bit odd to run an A/C unit during the chilliest fall Bramshott had in twenty years. Tyler's thoughts were interrupted by the most forbidding couple he had ever seen walking in from the kitchen, blocking Katherine's recommended escape route. I really might need to rethink my position on escape if this starts going sour.

“Don’t talk about my father.” “Or what?” she mocks, stepping closer. “Your slut of a father—” My fist connects with her jaw before she even finishes. She hits the floor hard. “You deserved that,” I spit, pushing her aside to leave— —but then I freeze. There’s blood. A knife. Stuck in her thigh. She lets out a scream, writhing toward the wall. “Someone help! Catherine tried to kill me!” What the hell—

As I moved through, I could see the last holding cell on the right was open with a dead guard in the corner. Looking around I feel my anger toward Alpha Jackson rise as I see the silver shackles that would have been used to contain and burn Kate. There were syringes also in the room, that would have been used to inject wolfsbane into her system. There were no clothes around, no food trays, no water. I can’t allow myself to think too hard on what she went through otherwise I would kill Jackson when we return. Jackson had been beside himself as the week went on. He kept saying how strong Kate was and she could handle whatever came her way. I had no doubt she could, but she shouldn’t have had t

Catherine wasn't able to hold her hunger so, she finished the necessary things at her office and rushed down to the cafeteria. Luckily for her, they do have a cafeteria in the Blood Slashing. She is a foodie and so, always wants it near her. Thinking of the time she'd take to drive down to the street. Even when she suggested it. Everyone agreed with her. Having a cafeteria was her best decision since she became Alpha. Maybe, not totally. As she walked majestically, "Thank God I didn't wear heels. Would have been crawling or walking about without a shoe on." She muttered to herself as she walked past other staff that came to have one or two things.

"And I spilled champagne on your suit." Now he actually smiled. "I'd forgotten about that." "I definitely haven't." We sat in comfortable silence for a moment. The fire crackled. Snow fell outside the window. And Nicholas Cross watched me with an expression I couldn't read. "Riley said you're having trouble with an ex," he said finally. I cursed Riley internally. "There's no ex. She made that up so you wouldn't ask why I'm spending Christmas here instead of with my own family." "And why are you?"

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.