Ema entered a new stage and was willing to take on the persona of the obedient pack member to look for the answers to the riddles that could lead to the downfall of the pack disguised as a devoted daughter, with one last glance at the trees that hide Caroline’s cabin, as she proceeded forward through the thick bushes, the chilly morning wind caressed the skin on her body. Her destination was a small, ordinary cabin in the forest, which could not be seen from the Pack’s territory and were too smart to eavesdrop. The senses of Ema were alerted as she got closer to the cabin. She scanned for any signs of people who had no business with her or any form of monitoring being done. Being sure that no one was following her, she knocked once lightly – three times and then twice – slowly on the door that needed a polish. The door creaked up just revealing Caroline’s eyes that could see beyond everyone’s mask and the depths of their hearts. Caroline of course had silver streaks in her hair an
"Information," Caroline answered simply. "Yes we need to accept all this We are still confused if they are alluding to an actual battle. What can this Amelia do? And mainly, what does Bruce want? Caroline stood from her chair and wandered around the small kitchen that was accessible in the trailer. "Of course, you also recalled something Bruce told you about how her so-called hybridity was a great asset and how the Pack had been ‘saved’ by her. To finish the assessment of Amelia's productivity it is important to check these claims. " Ema slowly began to nod as she thought about it more and decided that Caroline’s proposal made more sense. "And what vision is this that Amelia thinks she has?’ The one where I am fighting alongside them?" Caroline gives Ema a meaningful look and shrugs nonchalantly. "Yes, that makes sense. That is fascinating. The first of the abilities — alleged precognitive skills – needs more examination. Are they authentic? How accurate the
The bedroom of the lovers featured large windows that allowed the setting sun to cast long shadows throughout the room. Amelia stood rigidly beside the window, shivering from head to toe as she stared at the fading light outside. From across the room, Bruce observed her with a worried expression on his face as he grimaced. Amelia finally spoke up after a few minutes of quiet, telling Bruce, "I don't trust her." "With her abrupt behavior change, I can't help but suspect that Ema is planning something."With a heavy sigh, Bruce combed his fingers over his thick, gel-filled hair. After waiting and getting ready for this moment, he finally saw Ema's decision to let Amelia stay with the pack after her contract expired. Amelia, why are we dwelling on this? We have matured and progressed. Thus, Ema has selected what course to choose. Did we not desire that? Amelia stared back at him her eyes glowing with the ethereal light of her half celestial form. Her voice seemed quite solemn as sh
With a sigh, Elijah ran the back of his palm over the face stubble that had been growing for a day. Things that Ema has done for and around Amelia since she moved in with us take on a slightly different tone in light of what's happening now, but I think it's important that you remember them.Bruce signaled for Elijah to continue talking despite a tightening in his jaw.Elijah suggested reviving the full moon party from three months ago. Some said that Ema "accidentally" threw Amelia into the fire. Due to her weak reflexes, Amelia could have been hurt if her reflexes weren't as strong as they are now. Bruce stammered out the words "it was an accident" in defense, but it was feeble.An eyebrow was raised by Elijah. "Did it?" And what about the time that Ema took a small group of younger members on an unsanctioned hunt into the territory of the neighboring pack that we almost provoked a war over that reckless deed of hers? ” Bruce fiddled with the arms resting uncomfortably. She
The night had withdrawn into the darkness and there was only the hint of haze which enshrouded the Packhouse and the dense of the trees that grew around it. Ema stood at her post her eyes focusing on the trees, ears open, she was ready for anything. There was a certain nervousness, that Helen could feel in the room that made her tense up. Just then there was a breaking sound of a twig in the background. Ema’s head immediately swung around and her eyebrows made a v as she peered at the blackness. Then all was calm again as a great number seemed to be counting the seconds of the moment when it was impossible to move. Then as if out of a bad dream the attackers started to emerge from behind the vegetation line. Ema yelled a warning to the mourns of the Packhouse and the shadows of the surrounding woodland. Suddenly, there were growls, barking, and the clashing of bodies as the Pack that had been resting low on the plain surged up to attempt and make Bask stand away.
Ema felt the shooting pangs in her shoulder where the heart was bitten as the battling anger slowly began to lessen. She can shift her shape back and looked a human with disdain on her face while inspecting the cut. Amelia’s voice disturbed her thoughts at the rear; she turned to hear her remark, “Here, let me look at that. Ema glanced at the appropriate time to see the hybrid coming; her injuries were finally healing thanks to her unique body structure. Fury driven by apprehension was displaced by a heretofore care or possibly some respect in Amelia’s eyes. Bruce arrived as soon as Amelia began washing and applying a bandage on the wound of Ema. He had likewise restored to his human form although one could see via the marks on his body that he had fought violently with Alpha. He cleared his throat and replied in a rough-sounding yet clear tone “Report. ” Amelia looked up from her job. There have been losses, yet there is a method to cope with the
Ema left the home and stepped into the lovely of the last few days, and every step she took seemed to her an effort against her contradictory feelings. Ema could not drive off this awful feeling of being followed as she came closer to Caroline’s secret cabin. She halted for a while and was searching around the trees in anticipation of finding anything that appealed to her but nothing happened. The pins and needles at the back of her neck remained with her. Pushing aside her anxiety, Ema stepped over to the cabin and executed the coded knock: They have a rapid three taps, and then two slow ones. As the door slowly opened Caroline’s worn-looking face was revealed. Caroline was at the door, “You are running late,” she murmured and allowed Ema into the house. Ema’s shoulders started to slump as soon as Caroline shut the door behind them. To Caroline, the cabin was synonymous with security and freedom to converse so that she would not have to peek over her back
” ‘It was,’ said Caroline, ‘the house, the husband, the job, the wolves – everything was beautiful for a while,’ ” The hybrid assisted the Pack by applying her power and expertise. She contributed to their growth and even to saving people’s lives. Similarly to the way Bruce believed in Amelia, the Alpha never doubted her. Ema experienced a cold feeling that went down her spine. "And after that?" Caroline dragged her attention, her brown piercing, keen eyes back to Ema. “And then she turned her back on the Pack when it could have used her most. Many werewolves died,” ‘A whole night, a whole bloodline gone. ’ Ema felt that her face had lost the usual redness that symbolizes life. ”That’s —that is awful. ” However, Amelia. . . " He did not argue and Caroline continued, “Perhaps not the same?” ‘Perhaps. ’ Can you though be sure? Can you put all the life of your pack in jeopardy based on this view that you hold so dear? Ema slouched into her chair and glanced at th