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
Days of driving had made the steady roll of the tires and the pulse of the automobile against the earth a comfortable background to the tumult in Elijah’s head. He held the steering wheel with both hands, his fingers stiffened from the knots of anxiousness while driving on the country roads,which contain lots of curves. The villas gazed through the huge windows opened on the upstate of the town, town, painted green to the horizon, but Elijah was not charmed by the view. All he could think about was the task that was to be done——a job that he had been fearing since the day they knew Amelia was gone. It had been a while since Amelia left the cabin, cabin, and no one in the family or Pack had seen her. Months of intensive work investigating every single lead that could be found. But as the days grew into weeks and then into months with no trace of her, Elijah and Bruce had been forced to face a hard reality. reality. Not only did Amelia not want to be found, but he also opted to f
Elijah sat on an armchair, uncomfortable, as Rosa and Kevin sat on the couch in the cramped living room. In the corner of the room was a grandfather clock, its ticking sounding out Elijah's pulse.Kevin began to speak to Elijah in a casual yet protective tone, asking, "So, what's the relation between you and Rosa?" Somehow, Elijah could tell that Rosa was desperate just by looking at her. Rosa had never told Kevin anything about their history or their connection to the pack because they always kept such details to themselves. Naturally, she hadn't. Why should she dwell on the trauma of her past when she may go on with her life?Elijah cautiously spoke, "We... grew up together," unaware that he was about to reveal too much. “In the same..." Before she noticed the slight expression of relief on his face, Rosa merely nodded, and she remained unconvinced. “We’ve known each other for quite some time,” she said, and there was tranquility in her tone that nevertheless had tight muscles on
While Elijah departed, they could barely make out the sound of the front door shutting behind him. For a split second, Rosa did nothing while she held out her hand as if to call him back. Something else she couldn't identify was confusing and terrifying. "Is Rosa's name?" His speech took on a more accusing and serious tone, but his friendliness and warmth drew her back to reality. Naturally, this inquiry leads to an unofficial specification: "Just who was that guy?" Rosa seemed to harbor numerous secrets as she gazed at her husband. She had been expecting this day and probably dreading it even as she strove to establish a new one that was free from the world of the supernatural. But she had thought, maybe mistakenly and imprudently, that it would always be able not to have them intermingle. She whispered, "I believe we need to talk," and he could see the terror in her eyes. He murmured, "Kevin." Kevin glared, which was somewhat unlike him, as deep creases developed on his plea