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Catherine's POV

The sun stung my eyes, and I slowly sat up from bed and found myself in an unfamiliar room.

The clothes scattered on the ground were the ones I wore at the mating ritual last night.

Yesterday was a mating ritual in Shadow Forest.

It was a tradition that werewolves living in New Jersey held a mating ritual in Shadow Forest every year.

Alpha and Luna of every pack would bring their unmated werewolves here, looking for their mates at the ritual.

Of course, if one didn't find one, the ritual next year was waiting for him.

Once the ritual started, I strolled around with a drink, with no desire to find my mate.

Well, you must wanna know why, because I was wolfless.

As I was strolling around with a glass of raspberry juice in my hand, I saw my stepmother Elena Anderson talking to my stepsister Gina Wyatt under a tree in the corner of the square.

Although I didn't have a wolf, my hearing was particularly excellent.

Thus, I could still hear what they were talking about at a distance.

Although Gina lowered her voice, I still heard it.

They are speaking ill of my mother.

Anger was boiling up inside me. How dare she!

So when they were done talking, I stopped Gina while she was alone, asking her to apologize to my mother.

Apparently, she didn't mind my warning and with a shitty face written with 'so what', so I spilled berry juice all over her, smiling to see her screaming and running away.

But my stepmother was angry and shouted in Luna's tone, "Catherine! Find your sister now!"

I couldn't disobey Luna's orders even if I were not willing, so I came for Gina.

"Gina! Where are you?" I was now at the periphery of Shadow Forest, some distance from the square. If I kept moving forward, I would go deep into the forest. I didn't think that Gina would lose her mind and run into the forest late at night.

I tried hard to ignore the laughter of the crowd to see if there were Gina's footsteps.

Suddenly, I smelled the scent of vanilla.

I smelled countless fragrances, but I swore that none of them were as attractive as this one.

I followed the scent and tried to approach the source. When I got close to a tree, a tall man sprang out from behind the tree.

Instantly, a strong scent of vanilla came at me. Though I couldn't see the guy's face in the dim light, I knew he wasn't one of my pack members.

"Who are you?" I asked carefully. His breathing was loud, and I had a feeling that he was staring at me in the dark. In such a case, I didn't dare to act rashly.

Suddenly, he pounced at me and had me in his arms. He was so strong that I couldn't break free.

Just as I attempted to shout for help, I abruptly had a strange feeling. My consciousness seemed to be occupied by another person. I couldn't think clearly and fainted in the end.