Catarina’s POV
“What do you mean under attack?” I asked, getting nervous.
“Baby, it’s ok. Sometimes we get attacked. It could be another pack after something or rouges.” Dax explained.
I took in the room, and that’s when I saw a bowl of cat food.
“Did you bring Mr. Whiskers here?” I asked Dax.
“Yes.”
I ran around looking for him and calling and finally found him in my bed, sound asleep. I walked over and started petting him.
“He’s so cute. Can we keep him?” Alita asked me.
“Yes, he’s my cat. He will always live with me.” I explained to her.
Mr. Whiskers jumped up and hissed at me before slapping his claws at me and slicing my skin open. I hissed in pain, and Dax was at my side.
“Whats wrong?” He asked.
I didn’t answer at first as I watched in fascinating at my skin netting close
