- KATHERINE'S POV -
A WEEK LATER
"Very well, puppies" I said to the fifteen children in front of me, who looked at me with excitement in their eyes, shielded by chemist's glasses. "Now take your eggs and gently put them in your vinegar pots".
It had been a week since my disastrous wedding, which in the end had not even been celebrated: Murtagh had left the pack house that same night, and honestly? I wasn't sorry. The decision not to reject me but not even to take me as his mate, effectively ruining both of our lives, had been his own, and I had no intention of giving out by suffering and despairing for him. Obviously, since my room wasn't ready yet, I was forced to use his, and in those moments the simple fact of being completely surrounded by his scent always managed to sharpen my p
