KATHERINE POV
I nearly sprinted back to my room yesterday.
I skipped dinner, locked the door, and sat on the edge of the bed like a statue while my brain did cartwheels. Four mates. Four.
I’d barely processed one.
And now, the Moon Goddess decided I needed four second chances?
Yeah. Sure. That made sense.
My sleep was trash. Hator was restless the whole night, pacing behind my ribs like she was getting ready for something—like she was getting ready for a hunt, or a war, or a damn wedding. Meanwhile, I was just trying to keep my heartbeat from breaking the sound barrier.
Dr. House had assigned my rotations. Emergency shift, starting this morning. No easing in. Just straight into the fire.
My stomach let out a long, low growl that sounded more like a threat than a request.
“Eat. Sho
