The faint sound of various life-supporting systems rang on as Amelia shifted around in her cabin. Her eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment before recognizing that the light was all too real; the overhead fluorescents in the kitchen poured down on her now as she glanced at the ceiling. For a minute she was temporarily perplexed as she struggled to grasp where she was and how she had gotten herself there. Memories, as in a torrent, flooded back to her and then she rose slowly. The escape. The chase. The fall. Groaning, she tried to sit up but the weights had done their job and the least movement tormented her nearly painfully. In little time at all, a nurse was by her bedside straightening her back on the pillows. Suddenly the nurse came and hugged her tenderly, ‘Easy there,’ the nurse remarked just softly. “It has been rather strenuous for you. But as Elijah had assigned the Nurse even when he knew she was already getting well, made her wonder how many others were
Amelia stepped out of the cabin, holding the tiny bag that she had casually tossed things in over the last couple of days—money that she had been able to save and a few of the belongings. The road was deserted. Amelia moved quickly, not walking in the middle of the road, staying near the woods, and hiding from anything that could see her as she traveled. She had learned all the paths but was unsure if the witch locator spell was working. When Amelia came close to the main road, she could hear someone moving towards her. She felt her heart surge up her esophagus as she crouched in behind a big tree and held her breath as the person drove away. Once Amelia believed that the coast was clear, she proceeded to continue her voyage. Down the road is a way that people rarely utilize. The fresh night breeze brushed her face, and for what felt like the briefest of minutes, she was free; Amelia was alive. But she couldn’t linger. Amelia recognized that she could not stay there for long as s
It was dusk, and the iron bars closed with a loud sound that reverberated in the passage of the pack's prison.Ema was standing behind them, with tangled hair, a tainted face, and a scarlet light of rage and guilt in her eyes. On the other side, Alpha Bruce and Beta Elijah stood equally serious.“You will remain here until it is determined what is to be done with you,” Bruce said coldly and without any inflection in his voice. The curse might have been broken, but old habits die hard, and in the week that followed, it seemed that the crowd’s worst fears were to be fulfilled when Rangnick’s exit would lead. With her hands on the bars, Ema rushed forward sharply. ‘’How could you do this to me? I am supposed to be your Luna. ’’ ‘’S**t,’’ Elijah corrected, his words conveying a disappointed undertone. “And that does not justify your behavior, Ema; you have betrayed the pack, risked lives, and worst of all, have hurt Amelia. And as we speak, she is nowhere to be found." This just enra
Tensions would rise within the pack any time the sun rose over the area. The pack continued as usual, but there was a sense of unease. Something was wrong. Bruce stood sternly before the wolves in the heart of their territory, demanding dominion. Elijah stood beside Bruce, observing the crowd and patiently waiting for someone to decide to turn against Barabbas. "We discovered betrayal among us late the night before," Bruce announced aloud to the pack members he had assembled. "Ema, whom some of you had worked with, has been arrested for felony against the pack and its members." If we can call them fans, Ema used to have a lot of young wolf admirers. Because of this, many found her descent to be unbearable. "I understand that this information might be distressing for a few of you," Bruce continued. "You all need to be on high alert; even the slightest indication of anything out of the norm should be reported. Do not be like the idiots who cannot stand one another; we cannot
It was evening, and night had descended over the small city where Amelia had found herself, she was... sitting on the bed of the motel that she had leased, her thoughts whirling. She has strolled through the city streets all day, constantly gazing behind her, fearing that she will recognize someone. However, now Amelia was in her room alone, and with all the doors and windows closed, she had no place to run to and avoid the thoughts that tormented her continuously. She leaned over her bed, white-faced and enraged, challenging herself to plead for his pardon; she missed Bruce with an intensity that startled her. Their marriage was a weak spot for them because it was founded initially as a business-like relationship. But it got lost in the process and became so much more. And Elijah. . . Something crashed into Amelia’s chest at the notion of how she must be suffering him at the time. But they had urged her to console herself with the notion that she was protecting them. Whether it
Meanwhile, Elijah was holding the phone carefully. “Ema’s making her move,” he remarked simply. This shows she is leading the pack to look for Amelia. Bruce looked up, frowning and snarling low in his throat. ”But to dare and mention Amelia’s name after what she has done?” Elijah let out a deep breath and collapsed into a chair. ‘I bet she will round up rogues. Some of them still listen to her, Bruce. They do not realize the extent of her deceit. The statement regarding the newest advancement gives her quite a convincing air of someone who cares and is doing something. ‘While we appear incompetent for not having discovered Amelia yet,’ Bruce resumed the final half of the e-mail with venom. He struck the tabletop with his hand, where the wood broke. “Just my damn luck, how can I end up not being able to locate my mate?” Elijah tilted his chair forward gingerly as if what he was about to tell her was intimate and dangerous. ‘Bruce, you have to remember, Amelia might
Amelia had become familiar with the beat of the bus engine over the past few weeks. She had left home and traveled to another state and made sure that even the traces of her old life were not traceable. Now, as she glanced out of the window, seeing the immense expanse of Seattle, she could feel the nervousness mixed with the desire in her stomach. This was it. The site where she would begin all over again. After sensing she was being followed in where she had just left. When the bus was almost at the terminal, Amelia packed the few possessions that she had with her. The rucksack she slung on her back included just the things she has in her life today: spare clothes, limited cash, and a new mobile phone she bought to ensure she could not be tracked. Though not much, it was the beginning of a dream. Disembarking from the bus, Amelia inhaled a sharp breath at the cool, pure air of Seattle. People were going about their business undeterred, mindful of the woman they jostled as they w
A flurry of the next three days went by as Amelia tried to get ready for her first shift. She buried herself in the thick tome Margaret had loaned her, studying the staff handbooks, inventory organization, and other requirements. She also got nice shoes and was ready to be comfy all day since she knew she would be on her feet most of the time. Finally, Saturday arrived. The day could not come soon enough, and Amelia woke up early with butterflies in her tummy. She attired herself correctly in black pants and a white shirt, which was a uniform of the store, and made her hair plain and tied it. Looking at the white edifice in front of her and thinking about what is inside it as Amelia was walking to the bookstore, she allowed herself to have pride. So far, she had come from the broken girl who had run away from the hospital a few weeks before. Here she was in a strange place, preparing to start her new career. It was neither ornate nor exquisite, but it was her life, which she