Emerald mentally sighed to myself as Malena walked to the front door. I wanted my questions fully answered, not vaguely and through some riddles. What was wrong with having legitimate answers? As I continued to be deep in thought, I soon heard my name being called. Tearing my eyes away from nothing in particular, I turn my head and see Malena standing there with another woman. The woman was beautiful, not surprising me one bit. In ways she looked a lot like Malena, as if they were related somehow. "Sisters?" I questioned . Her friend grinned. "She's observant," she says. Yep, definitely sisters. "I'm Jemma, it is an honor to meet you.""So I've been told," I say, standing.Jemma looks at Malena confused. "She doesn't know," Malena said softly. Or at least she tried to speak softly, my werewolf hearing prevented that. Jemma's eyes somewhat widened but nevertheless she nodded. "Are you ready to go?" she questions. Nodding my head, I stood and waited for her to go to the door so we
EmeraldNine months. The first three months were in Florence, Italy where Jemma taught me. There I learned a lot about my powers, how to control them, and countless hours of practice. I learned spells, how to create my own if need be, and the use of potions. The three months passed by quickly and I wasn't aware of the fact that there would be a deadline when it was all over. Yes, I knew that Jemma was pushing me much harder and faster than I would've thought but I took it and didn't question it. Not until one morning when she said my teachings were over and that I was going to go through with my werewolf training. Of course I had believed that I had more to learn, but with the vagueness of just about everything in witchcraft, I went along with it. I understood that there were a lot of things that I needed to learn on my own and that it wasn't as easy as asking a question and receiving a legitimate answer. There was never anything straightforward when it came to witchcraft. I belie
EmeraldI wiped the sweat off my brow as I prepared breakfast for the restaurant. Though I assisted Raphael, he gave me free reign for breakfast. We worked together for lunch and dinner and desserts were either or. Though I liked cooking just about any food amongst breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert- my favorites were breakfast and desserts. As I finished this plate for a customer, I placed it on the going out window, and the waiter on the other side instantly took it. As I moved onto the next dish, I was suddenly pulled away from my working trance. "Chef Emmy," one of the prep cooks said. He easily gained my attention as I washed my hands to work on the next dish. "You have a call."I scrunch my brows together in confusion, wondering who could possibly be contacting me at work nonetheless. Drying my hands on a cloth, I make my way to the phone, taking whoever it was off hold. "Bonjour," I say. "Emerald," says the person on the other line. I grew confused when I heard her voice.
Emerald I was to meet Jemma in a secluded alleyway after I went to the places that I often went to these last three months. After having wiped the memory of myself from my realtor, I went to the nearby cafe where I always had my coffee and pastries. Local grocer. The restaurant. Etc etc etc. I honestly didn't think I needed to go to all the places that I did but, unlike how I used to be, I was social. People in France were welcoming and I liked talking to them so even places I went to a few times I had to go erase my memory for fear that if my picture came up, no one would recognize it. Of course the hardest thing to erase was the restaurant. I truly found that place as where I would make a name for myself. But as I was going around I soon realized that it made sense as to why fate had it that my brothers were now on my trail again. The nagging feeling I had about the prophecy- the journey I needed to fulfill- had been on hold. And if it were left to me, I would've ignored it for th
EmeraldAfter looking around the room for what seemed like the millionth time, we ended up back in the living room, sitting on the Victorian plush couch. I couldn't get over how much I loved this space and though it was decorated by Jemma, how much it related to me. "So how long did you live here for?" I questioned. "Malena and I both lived in Clarke when we were younger. We grew up in this town up until we developed our powers. We had to leave but I had made this place my home and found it tough to leave.""So how have you been able to keep it this whole time?""Well I'm part tenant of this building, a good friend of mine owns it with me so a perk was free rent. I still help pay though, send her money once a month.""Does she...""No she doesn't know. I was always the adventurous type so when I told her abruptly that I was going to Italy she didn't question it. Our agreement was she wouldn't rent out the space and I would pay for half of it as if I had rented it. So she kept it up
EmeraldSIX MONTHS LATER...The constant blaring of my alarm, which was right next to mine, woke me from peaceful sleep. I awoke, my head deep in the plush pillows, my hair still damp from my bath last night, all over the place. I was honestly grateful for this plush queen sized bed, it was absolutely heavenly. Which only made it harder for me to get out of bed everyday at the crack of dawn. Easily slamming my hand on the off button of my alarm clock, I rolled over in between my sheets, soon realizing that I was again naked. Only time that I woke up naked was when the night before I had another unbearable night of hot flashes. The term "hot flashes'' couldn't even begin to describe how I felt. The fact that I found myself always getting bags of ice nearly every week for this occasion was beyond miserable.It had started off as an everyday thing, having gone on for two weeks straight. Only time I left my apartment was to go to the grocery store to get ice because I wasn't sure when th
Anonymous POV.After Garret and Kimberly got dressed, they went their separate ways. As he made his way to his father's office- well his office- he tried to make sense of what his father had said. About their being rogue on his territory for months and how he never caught it. His father was always paranoid, parts of what made him a good alpha for so long. Usually, with his paranoia, he ended up being right the majority of the time. He knocks and waits for his father's approval to enter. Not too long after he heard his frustrated and tired voice respond to him. Hadn't even been back from vacation for an hour and he was already becoming stressed. Garret couldn't lie, he felt guilty about the fact that his father who deserved a vacation had to come back and handle this supposed rogue. Walking inside, he sees his father at his desk, going through files. "I'll give you this," Darryl began, "You stayed on top of your paperwork.""I knew I'd never heard the end of it if I didn't," Garret
Anonymous POV.Plans were in motion.Best trackers and high leveled wolves were put on task to find the rogue, half on foot, the other in their wolf form. While the human form once roamed the intricate town, not raising suspicion whatsoever, the others roamed the various woods that they had surrounding the small town. Garret and his father roamed on foot together, partnering up with one another to prove each other wrong. Garret still held true to the fact that there wasn't a rogue because he would've felt it along with his pack, but yet when his father gets here that's all he can feel. It didn't make sense. No ounce of distraction can make someone not feel someone crossing the border, it would've shifted the atmosphere. But nonetheless, to get his father off his back, he engaged with the search. Throughout the pack mind link, everyone was saying that they haven't spotted or smelt anything and that it was a waste of time. Obviously, Darryl had his barriers up because he remained quie
Emerald's POVAfter talking to one another for what felt like hours and finishing our ice creams, I had Adam show me the way to Garret's office. I had yet to be in the room, never remembering where it was and just out of some fear of getting lost. Bidding me goodnight after he took me to the door, he went to, what I assumed, was his room down the hall. Raising my fist to knock on the door, Garret beats me to the punch-"Don't you dare knock," he says instantly. Opening the door, I pop my head in to see him at his desk, facing me. He was writing down something and didn't have his sole focus on me but I knew he heard me enter. "How'd you know?" I questioned playfully. "I heard you walk up with Adam," he explained. "You don't ever need to knock, this home is yours just as it is mine."Walking further inside, closing the door behind me, I made my way to the seat in front of his desk. "I didn't want to invade your privacy, figured you were doing something important.""You could never i
Emerald's POV"What smells so damn good?"I chuckle to myself hearing this from the living room. I knew it was Garret and I just shook my head at his random outburst. As soon as the question was posed, I heard three pairs of footsteps making their way into the kitchen. Having looked up for the first time since I began cooking, I realized that Madam Pat was sitting on an island chair, watching me the whole time. Her face read of amazement and joy. Not knowing what to say at this realization, I just smile. I was then met by my mate's scent and instantly looked over at him as he came into the kitchen. He easily makes his way over to me while his dad and brother join Madam Pat at the island. Wrapping his arms around my waist while resting his chin on my shoulder, I suddenly felt completely at ease. "Not that I mind you cooking," he begins, "But what made you want to cook?"I shrug my shoulders softly to mind his chin. "I wanted you guys to be able to catch up and, I don't know, I felt
Emerald's POV"Can you... excuse me for a minute?" I say softly after Adam released my hand. It was clear he didn't feel anything that I had, that he was unaware of what had just currently happened. "You alright?" Darrel asked, having sensed my offputting feeling. "Yeah," I responded, maybe a little too quickly. "You guys catch up, I'll be back."I could sense that Garret knew something was wrong with me but I didn't look at him. I didn't want him to follow me. I wanted him to be able to catch up with his brother. Absently walking out of the living room, I roamed anywhere from there. I wasn't sure where I was going or my heeled feet were taking me, but anywhere to make sense of what I had just seen was far better than trying to make sense of it while in company with him. I knew he had nothing to do with the bondage and abuse I had faced for nine years. I doubt he even knew of my existence like the rest of my pack seemed to be oblivious of. But for him to be their friend as it seeme
Emerald's POV"How could you-""I didn't use any witchcraft," I interrupt. "It was just common knowledge by how you talked about her."He sighed, closing his eyes. "So I basically was a puppet for you.""I didn't bring her up, you did. And for good reason, I'm guessing. Why would you tell me?""You remind me a lot of her," he says, his eyes opening and showing golden brown, much unlike deep brown ones. "Not just because of the fact that you two are the only ones of your kind but you look a lot like her.""But I'm not her," I say slowly. He nodded his head slowly, coming to reality as his eyes went back to normal. "How'd she die?" He sighs again, the look of anger and loss crossing his face. "You don't have to tell me," I say quickly. "It's none of my business."I could see the look of relief cross his face. "Thank you," he said softly. Nodding my head, a sudden feeling came over me. "Oh shit," I say mostly to myself. "What is it?" he says confused. "Garret's brother is here."
Emerald's POVIt was just a few hours before Garret's brother arrived and I was in the library. Garret and his father were busy with pack business, in other words, trying to figure out what had happened with me the previous night. I knew they were searching for answers and I was grateful for it, but I knew that they wouldn't find anything. It was beyond their reach. It was something I would have to find. Where to begin though?I wasn't sure. Not in the slightest. I tried to not let it affect my mood and make me even more confused than I already was, but I could already feel the tension rising. I sighed in slight frustration and continued to look at the plethora of spines on the shelves. I could tell these books dated back from the beginning of the pack's lineage. Feeling their aura coming off of the books themselves, I knew, with one touch, that I could see the history play throughout my brain. As I continued to roam the aisles, I suddenly felt an attraction to something. It was a
Emerald's POV."How many days has it been?" I questioned as I stood in underwear and a bra in our closet. We were both in our own sections of the closet, getting dressed after our shower."Just one," he responds easily. "Did your brother come?" I remembered him mentioning to me that his brother would be here sooner or later. I didn't want his arrival to have happened while I was unconscious."He arrives this afternoon." It was currently one in the afternoon, so that gave me about two to three hours to prepare myself for meeting yet another one of his family members. "So... tell me about Berny," I say. He didn't respond right away and I figured it was his way of preparing to tell me the life that I had yet to learn about him. I felt somewhat guilty at the fact that we had gone on for so long without me knowing anything about him. Feeling him behind me as I searched for casual loungewear, I waited patiently. "I took the Alpha position when I turned eighteen, much like ever Alpha be
Anonymous POV.Garret heard something fall to the floor, and the moment he heard it, he was out of bed. Instantly opening the door, without knocking, he sees Emerald's body on the floor. If it had not been for hearing her heartbeat, he would've assumed she was dead by how pale she looked. He instantly got on his knees, screaming her name. Regardless of how many times and how loud he screamed, she didn't wake up. Cradling her body in his arms, he brings his hand to the back of her head, becoming confused as to why it was wet. Had she hit her head when she fell?Moving her hair from her neck, he sees four holes, aligned in a straight row, on the back of her neck. Growing confused as to how she got it, it being fresh, he instantly mind linked his father and the pack doctor to come to his room. He knew that they heard him through their sleep and he began to carry Emerald to the couch that sat in front of their bed. Gently placing her down, he began to run his hand through her hair. HIs
Emerald's POV.It was past one in the morning as I was in the closet putting away my clothes and accessories. Garret said that the maids could do it but I didn't want to be a burden, plus I wanted to get a feel of the closet for myself. There was already so much here already that it almost felt unnecessary to add mine to it. Especially since he made it a point to get everything in my size. Everything that was already here was clothes that I would wear, possibly with a more hefty price tag than I'd prefer, but I could see myself in every garment. It annoyed me how well whoever bought all this stuff knew me. I was rearranging the closet to fit the clothes that I already had and it was taking up a bit of my time but I didn't mind it so much. I knew Garret was still up doing pack business in his office, a place I had yet to find and didn't attempt to either. It was a hassle just to make it back to my room after dinner which was, thankfully, without his brother. He postponed his arrival
Emerald's POV.With the news of his brother still weighing heavily on my mind, Garret soon took my hand and led me inside his home. The inside was just as breathtaking as the outside. It was warm and cozy and inviting and let's not forget, immensely huge. He led me past plenty of sitting areas into a cozy family room that was more tucked into the house. Having already passed a grand staircase when entering the house, I was confused about the staircase in the family room. "Where do the staircases lead to?" I question while looking around the room like I was in a museum. "The one near the front door is to the bedrooms," he responds. "This one is for the study, game room, the indoor pool, and library."I shouldn't be surprised by the rooms he listed. In a house like these, you could afford to have all those things. But goodness, even an indoor pool? He pulled me off to the right where we walked down a well-lit hallway and passed by the dining room. "This is the family dining room,"