Willa Catha Novels & Stories

She glanced down at the bottle once more, just with disappointment as she noted she had only finished half. She came to another halt in her tracks as she held her breath, hoping to dilute the godly awful taste as she gulped as much as she could- resisting a splutter that rose in her throat at the taste. She had diluted the earlier and worse tasting beverage with the likeliness of coca-cola, the glass weighing less and less in her hands as she squeezed her eyes shut and-

She was terrified when she saw several people watching her, especially they all looked like they were in a group of masher men. "Don't worry, I will protect you!" whispered Eric right in Reya's ear who felt goosebumps at this. Reya nodded her head, she didn't understand what the four of them would do in here. She thought he had just come to sit down to look at his three friends, but he was wrong, Lilo ordered several kinds of bottles of alcohol to decorate their empty table. Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, and Brandy, which of these four alcohols have fairly high alcohol content.

Charlotte gulps and looks at Theo’s terrified face and Azraiel’s scared one. “What is it?” Charlotte asks Katya as she stands up, grateful for Azraiel’s arms around her. Katya looks at Azraiel and then at Charlotte. “It-It’s Wolfsbane.”

Lucias one of the twins spook swiftly. "Can you get her away safely if we agree to help?" I simply nodded. Valcon stood and walked twords us. "Your favor has been granted but there will be stipulations. You and the hybrid will join us here after we make way with the wolves. She will be bonded to you but we will use her as we see fit. The first child that is conceived will belong to us. Do we have an agreement?" It was a big price to pay but it was worth it to have Willow in my arms.

That faithful moment that changed her and her sister’s life forever. Rie dried her face using the towel hanging on her shoulder and then walked out of the bathroom. She weakly sat down on the bed. She no longer knew what was happening. Rie was still drinking tea made of flax seeds every night. Flax seed was one of the major ingredients for a sleeping potion.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

I know she is basically in a walking vegetative state but it still feels wrong to just experiment on her without at least letting her know and asking for permission. "Katarina, my name is Willow. I, we, think that I may be able to help you bring your wolf back. I have to touch you in order to do that. Do you want me to help you?" Her face remains blank and no words were exchanged, but oddly enough her hands reached out to me as if she wanted me to hold them. That movement was enough for me to have faith that Katarina was definitely still in there, trying to get free. I reach out and gingerly take both of Katarina's hands in mine.

“The symptoms match the earlier strain but slower, more insidious. Cassandra’s medicine is helping stabilize her, but we need something targeted.” Elara forced her eyes open, her healer’s instincts cutting through the haze. “Willow bark… and the blue-root tincture,” she rasped. “Double the dose of cleansing petals. It will… bind the toxin.” Her voice was weak, but the words carried the quiet authority of someone who had saved countless lives in the Healing House. Mira nodded and adjusted the mixture. Malinda paced near the door, her face pale and eyes red from unshed tears. “This has to stop. Whoever is doing this keeps getting closer.”

Jade said with a smile spreading across her face. Jonathan and I looked at one another nervously. “Jade?” Jonathan asked, looking back at her. “What does Willa look like?” Jade’s smile widened as she flipped through the pages of her book. She stopped once she found the page she was looking for and turned the book to face us. There was an image of a young woman standing beside Naomi. Willa. She had dark curly hair that landed at the small of her back and bangs that almost covered her eyes. She wore a black dress that ended right above her knees; her features were tan, yet bright from the moon shining in the distance behind them. Her eyes were emerald green and yet they looked so icy. Her dark