The Imperial Wolf Series Books 1-3
Chapter 37

Kate POV

Macon and Angie took me six months ago. It has been the same thing every single day. I sleep in a locked room. Angie brings me a meal three times a day. Once a month, they take me to see a doctor in a town nearby. The city looks familiar, but my life was so

sheltered growing up I have no idea where I am or how close I am to home.

I lay my head down every night, and I dream of Erick. I miss his touch, his kiss, and his kind words. I would love to hear him say, I love you. I am afraid for him and the pack. Macon has hardly said anything to me since he brought me here. I refuse to speak to Angie. Her betrayal is one of the worst things another person could have ever done to me. I hate her.

Angie tries to talk to me, but I refuse. I talk to my baby. I rub my prominent belly every night and carry on a conversation with the child growing inside me. I want out of here before my baby comes. I don't know how but there has to be a way out.

I have tried to communicate with the wolves. I have been attempting to mind-link with my ancestors, but I cannot figure out how to connect with them. If I could reach out to the imperials, I could get out of here. I am afraid of what they will do with my child and me once this baby is born. After I take my hybrid form and pass it to Macon, he will no longer need me. I will be useless, and my child will be the ultimate weapon for his wolf pack.

I sit on the side of the bed as the door opens for my morning meal. Angie comes in and sets it down on the small table by the window. She brings in juice and food just like every morning. I wait for her to walk to the door before I go to the table. "You could talk to me," Angie says.

I say nothing. I want to scream at her. I want to hit her. I want her to die. When Angie gets to the door, she stands there waiting to see if today is the day I finally speak to her. It won't be. For some reason, today is the day she decides to talk to me more than usual. I sit down at the small table. I look at the window and eat my meal and drink my juice. "Kate, I want you to know that we have no plans to hurt you or your child. You and your baby will be safe here with us," Angie says.

I say nothing. I have plenty I want to say, but I remain silent. She does not get a word from me, nor will she ever. "Kate, please talk to me. I love you like a sister, and I only want what is best for my pack and you," Angie says. I remain silent.

Angie finally goes out of the room. I can hear her standing in the hall talking to a man I think might be Macon, but I am unsure. I do not believe her. I know they will kill me. If she was so concerned for me and my safety, then why am I locked away? I wonder how much her pack knows about what they are doing with me. I see no one but her and that creepy doctor. I have a feeling the pack does not know about my child and me.

I continue eating my breakfast and thinking about Erick. He does not even know that he is about to be a father. I wonder what he would think. I know he would be thrilled. I can only imagine how wonderful he would be to me while pregnant, but now I will never know. I fear I will never see him again. I hope he can move on without me. I only want him to be happy even if it is not with me.

There is a commotion in the hall outside my room. I hear a loud bang. What the hell is going on out there? I need to hide. I open the small wardrobe and try to get inside it. As I am just about to fit into it, my door opens. It is not Angie. It is a small blonde woman with long white hair.

"There she is, grab her," the woman says. Two large men with her grab me and begin to drag me out of the room.

"Please stop. I can walk. I will not fight you; just don't hurt my baby," I plead with the two men.

"Let her walk, but if she tries to run, shot her," the woman says. I stand tall and walk beside the men. I will not fight.

The woman and the two large men walk me out of the building where I am being held. As we walk out, I realize it is darker than usual. It should be morning. It looked like morning from my window. I am bewildered.

"What is going on here?" I ask the men.

"It is a war between the imperials and vampires, and you, my dear are the prize," the man says, smiling at me to show me his fangs. I see a wolf coming at me with another vampire. The wolf looks familiar. I scream loudly. I close my eyes and scream until my throat hurts. I pull myself into a ball and scream more.

I feel a soft touch on my shoulder. "Kate, Kate, Kate," I hear the voice saying. I open my eyes to see Angie. It was a warning. The vampires are coming for me.

I look at Angie dumbfounded by the dream or premonition or warning, whatever the hell I just had. I have not dreamed since I have been here. I have not communicated with the wolves. Nothing, not a peep, and now I see vampires coming for me. They are at war with Macon, but why? Am I the reason the vampires would go to war with Macon? Do they want me too? I rub my belly. Oh, little one, we are in big trouble.