Caroline is stiff and nervous; she frequently paces the modest cabin she has been assigned. She could not acknowledge it to herself, but what had occurred to her with Amelia earlier that evening saddened her very deeply. The elder woman’s anger boiled with such audacity of the hybrid; she had dared to pursue Caroline and practically offer a threat. Caroline emitted a low growl of anger, standing with her hands by her sides ‘damn that girl’. “Who does she think she is?” But the wrath was gone almost as soon as it surged, replaced by the cold creeping back into her at the center of her being. Caroline was wrong thinking that Amelia would not do anything to gain what she desired. What more was she able to do if she had been able to locate the warded cabin, and face Caroline face to face? Caroline's gaze turned towards the mound of scrolls and books that clutter the table and the floor all over the cabin. It seemed so exposed, everything of it: records from the secret con
Caroline softly nodded at him, but she did not look content in any way. Ema, this is a bold step Indeed. Are you sure you are prepared though? This is our only chance, and my thoughts are we regard it as a call for us to make the proper decisions. What if it doesn't work?"It won't fall apart," Ema whispered. I assure you, Caroline. Everything has been considered. By the time Amelia is expelled, she intends to have left traditional leadership, so Bruce will have no choice but to stop trying to save her by tomorrow and install a stricter one.As she locked eyes with Ema, the older woman pondered the dangers they were prepared to endure to achieve the same expression in the girl's eyes. When she finally let out a breath, the sound was deep and passionate. "Ema, I hope it works. I am here to inform you that my return this evening was witnessed by the other werewolves. Word on the street will get around fast Anyone who knows that Amelia is half-vampire will undoubtedly be monitoring her
Bruce had thick drapes that he normally opened in the morning; unfortunately, the rays simply lighted the wooden floor across the room. Bruce placed his hands on the table with his fingers interlocked and a scowl on his face when deep in concentration. The man had gotten the sensation that there was something odd in his pack and that is why he had arranged to see Ema this early in the morning. He was determined to identify the root of the quarrel that seemed to build during the last few weeks. Across the table Ema sat, her spine straight, her gaze gleaming with curiosity and barely veiled stubbornness. She was waiting for such a moment and had planned it well; she was ready to launch her approach. Ema began by tendering an apology, “Thank you for getting this meeting so early, Alpha,” she said this with no shakiness in her voice while inside she felt the fluttering of butterflies in her abdomen. No, I wanted to address certain points that I had at the present I will take you
Ema raised her eyes to focus on his and when he inquired whether he should stop she shook her head in agreement. She answered, “Only this way can the pack be reunited. ” “To show it to them of your commitment to the pack’s future and our ways…” we shall mend all the problems Amelia has done, with me as the Luna, we can strengthen the pack anew. The following silence seemed to stretch and it felt like it would take an age for the next sound to be made. Thus, while the two of them stared at each other, waiting for the Alpha to give his verdict, Ema quivered in anticipation of Bruce’s response. Everything she worked for and the plans that she and Caroline set out required this specific moment. Bruce had been silent for quite a while and then he spoke, at least this is how it appeared to me. His voice was collected and steady which did not convey the tiniest trace of the anxiousness Ema knew he had to be going through. I pointed her and said gently, Ema, I know that you have be
A few months earlier, Amelia finally accepted the fact that the little home in the woods had served as both her sanctuary and her prison. She seemed to be weighed down by the weight of time, unable to do anything except sit at the window and watch the raindrops land on the glass. An entire year. The man she loved, her house, and her pack were all forcibly taken from her for a whole year.Instead of a pulsating bond, Amelia felt a throbbing agony as her fingers apathetically ran over the skin surrounding her mate mark. The sensation of Bruce's arms around her, his laughing, and the things she would receive with the pack were all things she attempted to recollect.The memories were fading away day by day, much like carelessly left photos in the sun.A phrase that Amelia would repeat to herself repeatedly throughout the months: "He will come for me." "Elijah assured me that this is temporary. We are strategizing. I simply have to be patient. ” But, as soon as she uttered it,
This swimming pool duct tape dilemma has too many mechanics to be understood now I have no idea what to do. Suddenly I even have no idea where to go anymore like if I am lost for the first time in my life. But I know I can’t stay here and I have to be out and find a new place soon and that scares the heck out of me. I can not continue living this half-life while we sit and wait for this unpredictable future. Come tomorrow. Tomorrow I shall decide. Stay or go. Fight or run. Yet whatever I pick, I will do it in my way, free from any control from anyone else. If there is one lesson this year must have taught me, is the reality that I am more powerful than I could ever imagine. And I will confront anything that follows it, directly. " Amelia set down the pen, such an effort being a spanking new one that caused her hand to tighten. While going through her essay numerous emotions came over her. It is a twisted, frenetic ball of dread and rage, determination and hope th
Amelia was crouching beneath the log, her ears listening to the calm of the woodland and the air. For the previous two weeks that she had been on the run, she was battling to remain alive after leaving her cabin. Her hair was knotted, her clothes dusty and torn, and at best though her eyes were sunken as if she had no sleep at all. It's entirely probable that she appeared to be all worn out, yet strangely, her eyes reflected the fire in her. It was impossible to even try to count how many times she would beat them off, the werewolves combined with vampires appeared to be hunting her mercilessly. Elijah thinking she had somehow been discovered was already proven true, and with an extra twist of her oddly comfy kidnappers. It appeared to her that every unearthly being within a hundred miles was in the chase following her. Regaining her voice, she remembered the last two weeks Amelia。 She had been moving ceaselessly for days; she rarely sat or laid down for more t
She moved her position about sat, her posture alert and ready for a battle. She carried a silver dagger and that shone, adding to the hope of murdering countless of her adversaries but those were insufficient to overwhelm them. Amelia was not going to let that happen without a firm resistance, however. If this was going to be the last time she was going to encounter vampires, let them remember her for the hell of a struggle. The initial attack was an attempt of treachery and it was executed from the back. Amelia gazed up and felt the rush of cool air as gigantic claws were moved over her head, she avoided it. The demoness swirled around with her dagger reflecting the moonlight, then she stabbed the vampire straight in the face. It staggered back, wailing cold in anguish and its body leaked blood, now mingled with silver. But then, there was no time to exult over the triumph, which although little, was a victory nonetheless. In turn, already a fresh vampire came upon he