Chapter 8

Katarina's POV

The rest of the dinner went rather smoothly. I was introduced to some of the wolves, whilst before Mikaela could make me acquainted with the rest, James had excused her.

I sighed at the sight before me. Their pup had caused some trouble for them, and by the looks, James looked quite displeased with his male. I felt pity for the little wolf, for his eyes were squinted down with his hands crossed in front as his head hung low. It was infuriating how I couldn't hear them despite being a wolf. It felt like the longer my wolf was in hibernation, the more senses I was losing.

Kral sniffed back his tears as James stood with his hands over his waist, scolding the poor soul while Mikaela stood beside her mate with glistening eyes. What had this poor male done to deserve his father's wrath?

"Kral can sometimes