Last of the First

Chapter 3

The young ones that were surrounding Catia had all returned to their mother, which left only Jason who was fast asleep in her arms. Giggling softly she carried Jason back to his room and tucking him into bed. A month had passed and the days were growing all to similar, where Catia would be seen playing with the younglings of the pack.

Finally it was the day of the blood moon celebration and Catia was looking for Mason, she hadn't seen him around since she had returned home, stopping outside his room she slowly opened the door and stepped inside "Hey, Mas I was wondering if you..." she cut herself off once she had seen Mason in bed with another.

This site made her heart drop and her stomach clench, turning on her heels she left Masons room. Mason jumped off his bed and pulled on a pair of shorts before chasing after Catia. He had chased her all the way down to the first floor, "Catt, come on just listen to me!" he begged Catia to stop, grabbing her arm with enough force to make her stop. With one pull of her arm she pulled her arm back with ease, as soon as her arm was free she slapped Mason with enough force that it echoed through the whole pack house.

"You unforgiving bastard!" she yelled out angry and fury building inside her, "Bedding another wolf before you have found your mate, and her for no matter!" Catia was no longer able to contain her emotions, for long she had been in love with Mason and hoped one day they were to be mates. Her heart was torn out and laid bare, tears swelling up in her eyes.

Mason gently placed his hand on her cheek, with one swip Catia smacks his hand away from her "Don't you dare touch me! Never touch me again, next time you do you will lose that hand." she spoke with so much authority which caused Mason and any onlookers to flinch in surprise and some in terror. There was no stopping Catia's anger, Arthur and Peter were amongst some of the onlookers, once Mason realized that they were there he looked at them and both just looked away walking after Catia who had stormed off.

Mason ashamed and embarrassed returned to his room falling onto his bed and sighed keeping his eyes shut, the only thing he could remember was the pained looked on Catia's. The girl whom he was bedding crawled closer to him and traced his bear chest with her index finger. "Oh Mason, why not finish what you had started..." the girl known as Abby spoke in a soft seductive tone.

Pushing Abby away Mason sat up and sighed once more, Abby didn't want to back down she began hanging on him pulling him back down. Her actions seemed to piss Mason off, "Get away the hell away from me and get out of my bed. NOW!" he bellowed frightening Abby who run out of his room with such speed she couldn't even dress herself properly.

"How am I going to face Catt again? I'm so sorry... Catia..." that was all Mason could say before falling back onto his bed and cried in silence. He felt the pain of heart break even though it wasn't his heart he broke.

Catia found herself deep into the forest before coming to her senses, yelling out pure rage slowly turning into a painful cry of sorrow. She fell to her knees and cried, luckily she was far away enough from all other wolves so that no one could see her in this weak state. Catia had been crying for what seemed like hours on end before a calming voice echoed in her mind.

'Catia my dear, where are you? Everyone is already at celebration of the blood moon.' her father's voice brought her back to the real world, 'Oh sorry father. It seemed that I fell asleep, I am on my way. See you soon.' she replied with no hint of pain or the tears she had just weeped. Rising to her feet and dust the brown soil of her body and clothes, a new determination came over her, she never wanted to feel this pain again.

Managing to return to her room found on the fourth floor of the pack house, she began talking aloud to herself as she pepeared for the blood moon celebration. "A celebration of the blood moon, the moon isn't even red so why is it the 'blood moon'?" she babbled on and on, speaking of thing that made no sense at all.

Showering, shaving, washing hair, the basic girl routine took abit long than expected, but Catia couldn't care less for she was planning to make a entrance. Allowing her long waist length dark brown hair to dry its natural curl she looked over all her formal dresses contemplating which to wear. Grinning a mischievous grin she grab one which she thought would be very fitting.

Slipping on the silk midnight black dress, featuring a sweetheart neck line, a slit which reached her hip and open back unsanble, accompanied by black stilettos. Once her hair was somewhat dry, she pulled it up into a messy updo leaving few curling strands to hang loose. Taking a glance in the mirror the only make-up she applied was her eye liner, mascara, and an adoring red lip stick.

Slowly entering the garage to take a car, another mischievous grin appeared on her face as she spotted Mason's favorite black mustang GT standing in the lot. "Oh what a better way to complete this look." grabbing the keys she rode off the villa where the celebration would be held. Once entering the main gates of the villa Catia thought aloud "Time make my entrance.." she said by revving the mustang, stopping dead in front of the main doors.

Those who were gathered outside the balcony overlooking the main doors all began to wonder who just stopped by the doors, but their attention was short lived as the Alpha's voice broke all celebration as he made his big speech. Stepping out of the car with an elegance not rarely seen by Catia, made her wonder if she could pull this off, her worries all seemed disappear as she found herself in front of the two large oak doors of the dinning. Taking one deep breath she placed her hands on the door getting ready to push them open with force.