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Katalina’s POV

The cool air blew through the window. I got up and took a few steps closer and closed it. It was already 9 pm and my boss had yet to dismiss me.

It might seem weird that I have to wait for my boss to let me go home but it’s something that I’ve grown accustomed to.

Not really wanting to stay any longer, I got up and headed to his office. I lightly tapped on the door before entering and saw him staring at an open book with a bunch of papers under it and 2 papers in each hand.

I cleared my throat. «  Sir » I said. He looked up at me as if I had just spat on his paperwork. Who died and made you king scowls-a-lot ? I said in my head.

I lifted my head higher and pushed my shoulders back as I looked him in his eyes and said, « Sir, it’s past 9 and I have a lot of homework to do. Can I leave ? »

He glanced at his watch and then back up at me. « Ask one of the night shift workers to help you lock up and then you can leave. » He then went back to staring at the book.

Sometimes I found humans interesting, but at times like these, I found them deplorable. His balding scalp along with his restful scowl and his near-wrinkling face made him less striking and pleasurable to look at.

He scowled as he looked up once more. His scowl deepened further if that was even possible, as he opened his mouth and the words « What are you waiting for ? » left it.

I had been too caught up in thinking about this dusty old human, that I forgot to get moving. I smiled as kindly as I could and walked out of the room and shut the door before rolling my eyes.

Sometimes that man can be so nice then the next minute he’s ill-mannered.

Ugh makes me wanna stab my eyes out. I took the elevator to the underground parking lot and met a security guard and asked him for his help.

« Um sir ? Sorry to bother you but can you help me lock up upstairs ? » He looked as if though he worked out in the gym 24/7.

I almost drooled over myself at how majestic he looked. Something seemed off with him though and I made a mental note to do a background check on him when I come back to work on Monday.

« Uhh, sure. »We quickly locked up and I then headed back to the parking lot and into my vehicle. I owned a simple black Ford Fusion. I drove off and headed home.

I wanted to get home so badly that I didn’t bother to learn his name.

I work and go to school in the city of Quora. Off the edge of the city is where my inherited land begins. I own 13 acres filled with beautiful trees and a lot of running space for my wolf. Maybe someday I’ll expand the house.

I work 30 minutes away from my house while driving to school is an hour due to it being deeper into the large city. The house was in the middle of the 13 acres, not really hidden much by trees but behind it there are trees to build 10 more cabins. Okay maybe not 10 more but it’s a lot of trees.

The house is big, but not as big as the pack mansion. It’s three stories high. It had a master bedroom in which I slept in located on the second floor along with three other bedrooms, one bedroom is on the ground floor, and each bedroom had an adjoining bathroom. A grand hall is on the third floor along with a nearby patio. The kitchen is on the first floor along with the family room and dining room.

The outside had a wrap-around porch with a swing to the left as you enter. A road leading up to the house and space to the side where I could park my car was visible behind the bar gates.

It’s not as lonely as it seems. Trust me when I say I’d rather live alone than have people come over and screech in my sensitive wolf ears, you’ll know what I mean soon enough.

As I arrived home I drove up to the gate. I punched in the code then drove in and park my car. I look up at the height of the cabin.

Was that light on before I left ? Nope ! I yelled angrily in my mind, knowing damn well who was in the room.

I unlocked the front door and slammed it shut after I entered, letting the intruder know that I was home.

I dropped my keys on the stand next to the staircase and hurried up the steps. As I get closer to the room that’s when I heard it. Moaning ? I asked myself. Not again !

I slowly inched towards the door. Before I opened it, I cast a spell and cloaked myself and my scent then opened the door slowly.

Dear Goddess does he not know when to stop ?! On the bed shirtless and pants-less might I add, was one of my close whore of a werewolf best friend, on top of what seemed to be his latest escapades. And he brought her to my house ?!

I snapped my finger and everything slowed down. I uncloaked myself and my scent letting Warren know that I was now inside the room even though he couldn’t react as yet.

I used my magic to clothe them both then I walked out of the room, snapped my fingers twice to return time to how it should be and slammed the door shut.

That was enough time for Warren to get the fuck out of the room and get the thot girl out of my house. I hated that he felt like my house was a hangout spot or his frat house where he could fuck girls for the fun of it.

I teleported myself to the kitchen in a heap of rage. I wasn’t too angry though because my eyes didn’t feel like they had changed color.

I don’t usually use my powers all willy-nilly but when I’m mad or flustered I take advantage of it.

I opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water. I placed one on the counter and opened the other one. Warren then entered the kitchen along with his one-night mistress in tow.

« Hey Kat, what’s up. I thought you said you were gonna have a sleepover with Jess » he said sheepishly. He then awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

« Yeah, we are. At MY house. » I said, annoyed with the situation entirely and ready to call over Jess to let her know I was home…and had company.

He looked me in my eyes then followed my gaze and looked at the girl. In a harsh tone he said «  You should go, and don’t think of coming back here again. Oh, and we won’t be hooking up any time soon. »

The girl honestly looked shocked and kind of mad. She then quickly covered it up with an ‘I don’t care look’ and walked out the door and out the front gate as I opened it from my phone and left.

A few years back I had set a spell on the entirety of the land my grandmother left me. If I never introduced myself to someone then they would forget they ever met me. And if they met me at my house but I didn’t introduce myself then the minute they’d pass my front gate they’d forget I lived there.