Katherine POV
I would like to think of death like a little sleep. Just like we werewolves do. We sleep, and we wake up.
Except that in death, you don't wake up in your bed but on the other side.
To some people, it would be fine; they would see their loved ones on the other side just the same way I would find Daniel.
But as I lay on the bed, beads of sweat filled my head, my heart racing faster than usual, a cold pistol pressed to my head, and a man over me whose eyes lack an atom of mercy.
All I can say is that I don't want to die.
At least not like this.
Not with this incident, not for Theresa and her mother. Not when I have found a perfect opportunity to escape.
He grabs my hand and pins me down to the bed. All I can do is kick and thrash on the bed.
And then, within a split sec
